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September 15, 2019

The first time I saw the ocean

Filed under: Uncategorized — Darcy Grabenstein @ 11:11 am

When you’re a young child, everything looks much bigger than it really is. So imagine my wonderment the first time I saw the ocean. OK, it was a gulf (the Gulf of Mexico) and not an ocean. But let’s not get bogged down with details. To be honest, it was the sound, which is an inlet.

My parents took me to the sound because it didn’t have the waves that could knock over a small child who wasn’t so surefooted even on solid ground. The beach became my summertime playground. The white sand felt like confectioner’s sugar in my hands, and looked like it, too.

The sand, however, couldn’t compete with the water, which was clear as could be. I spent hours upon hours chasing minnows. I don’t think I ever really caught one, but that wasn’t the point. It was the thrill of the chase.

I’ve always been one who tanned quite easily, especially when I was younger. Growing up in the South, this made for some interesting interactions with others. Did I mention the fact that I had an Afro-style haircut? The humidity did a number on my curls. I’ll never forget the day that another kid came up to me and asked me, point-blank, “Are you black or colored or something?” My hazel eyes were obviously not a dead giveaway. I confusedly answered, “Um, no.”

Probably my favorite part wasn’t going to the beach but going back home. We would always stop at the Tastee-Freeze for a hand-dipped ice cream cone. Ah, summer.

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