Old Shores 3-23-10

Old Shores

Less than a year ago, everything had been perfect. Then high school happened, and my friendships were changed.
My first time to Disneyland, to Six Flags, to California. My first time seeing the ocean. The MJH Jazz Band Trip.
Though he wasn't in jazz band, he had come with us. He sat on the bus with me for 12 hours. He had loved me...
I bounced in my isle seat as my excitement became unbearable. We were on our way to perform on the Pier at Santa Monica. It was overcast, but my yellow jacket brightened up the beach.
I nervously stuck my toes into the sand. It was cool, both in texture and temperature.
My floppy, yellow sunhat complimented my all black swimming suit as Madeleine and I walked toward the waves. We dodged them, then let the water swell around our ankles. It was freezing! A cheeky seagull found its way into my bag and started dragging my white sunglasses across the sand.
Madeleine approached a fearless seagull with a bit of granola bar in her outstretched hand, and laughed when the seagull's beak touched her palm.
...I wish I could go back

Ms. Sides' comment: It seems as if days were brighter then. As if something has been lost. As if an innocence has been lost. I thought this was very true...