I found some sand in a pocket of my computer bag. Must be from last month at the shore. It made me happy to find it.
Now this memory, sixth grade at the shore, the Atlantic Ocean. A dark haired boy named Nick out in the surf. My cousin, Mary Kate, was better at this sort of stuff. The surf knocked her down and she’d grab on to a boy’s she liked leg underwater to catch herself and pull herself up. I was more reticent and envied it, but not in a bad way. And now, at this age, it seems like it would be inappropriate to flirt by grabbing onto a man’s leg.