May 15, 2006
The Beach
I’ll never forget the first time I saw the sea.
My dad covered my eyes as we walked down to the beach and onto the sand. At the water’s edge he took his hands away and I saw waves for the first time in my life.
I’ll never forget that day.
Not because the beach was so brilliant or the waves were so incredible but because of the joy in my father’s eyes at my reaction to the ocean.
We did not have much money and my father had to work two jobs and a lot of overtime to take us on that holiday.
I am so lucky that my father was there to hold my hand as I waded into the water for the first time.
I am so lucky that my father was there to pull his spluttering little boy out of the surf the first time a wave knocked me down.
I am so lucky my father was there to carry my sobbing little body up the beach where he wrapped me in a towel and held me close to his chest until I felt better.
I am so lucky my mum was there to wipe the tears from my face and send me back to the water with my dad.
I am so lucky I had my dad’s hand was there again for to hold when I went back into the waves.
Posted by trevor at May 15, 2006 10:34 PM