On becoming a connoisseur of beaches

August 15th, 2011 § 1 Comment

Sand is a wonderful thing.

I mean, besides the wet, sticky and itching that always comes with it its a pretty awesome substance. Actually… that’s gross so let’s eliminate the wet factor today and just talk about sandboxes.

Ah, the joy of our childhood, or at least most of ours… for brief moments. Okay I admit that a sandbox is not really the part of the defining moment of our childhoods normally, but always when you say the word you will think of children. Sandboxes full of children can only mean one thing, there is rarely only sand in a sandbox.

Yes, anything that a two year old could possibly posses could end up in a sandbox. It really should be dubbed the name “surprise box.” There can be anything from crayons, to little green army men, to… well I would rather now think about it… in there and you never know what you are going to get.

Life is like a box of sand… you never know what you are going to get.

Miss Mykell

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