I Love the Beach

As a kid, I lived on an island for three months. The first house we were in was half a block from the beach. I used to listen to the waves at night to fall asleep. The second house was across the street, and every day after homework, I'd go play at the beach until the tide started to come in. And more than a few times did my dad and I pump our arms in the air to get the cargo ships to honk their fog horns. Most of the time they obliged us. My brother and I also used to tear up bread and throw it to the seagulls. Then, as they were munching, we'd run through the middle of the flock.