A walk to the beach
April 20th, 2008
I’ve been going on lots of walks lately. We almost always stop by the park on the way to the beach. I like to watch the other kids play. I sometimes jump up and down and squeal and laugh at them. Daddy pretended I was a big kid and took me down the slide. They even put me in the swing and got all excited and shouted "Yeah!" as I oscillated gently at a pace a fly wouldn’t notice.
The beach holds no particular charms for me other than another place folks congregate. I like to watch them there, too. Adults seem to think walking up and down the path is nice. I sometimes complain and demand to be carried so I can see better. This time I got to eat on the beach.
