I have very fond memories as a child, going to the beach with my family and spending hours having fun. We would make sand castles and "Muddle Puddles" with our feet. Muddle Puddles are like quick sand; you just stand in the wet sand and move your feet until they sink, then you pull your feet out. There was always this incredible sucking sound when you removed your feet. We would make little boats next to the water line and attempt to keep them from being washed away as the tide came in, but the ocean would always win. My brothers and I would swim in the ocean and try to swim into the highest waves. I wouldn't be able to do this now due to the fact that I hate being cold. I believe that there is something with being a child that you don't feel that bone-chilling cold. It may be the sheer determination to play, because I still remember how good it felt getting out of the ocean and wrapping myself in the towel.
As an adult, I love being close the the ocean. It is in those times that I realize how tiny I am compared to the rest of the world. There is also this serenity that I feel when I am standing on the shoreline breathing in the salted air.
The nice thing is that I have great memories of the ocean, and thinking of those memories always makes me a little happier that day.
:o) Deep Blue Sea