Son of a Beach

For as long as I can remember, the months of May through September, have always been the most enjoyable for me. If you wonder, it is easy to see. I love the boardwalk, the sun, and the beach. Summer fun has always been in reach. My friends and I in an old beat-up Ford would drive down to the beach with a surfboard. Pleasant past thoughts I would reminisce, as long as dive-bombing seagulls continued to miss. Those were among the memories of yesterday. However, little has changed up to today. The season at the beach is especially nice with girls in bikinis and Italian water ice. With cool breezes, the surf, and the sand, no other scenery can be as grand. I am older now, but it does not matter to me. I still enjoy every bit of the scenery.