THe Beach

Kara Martin

I am always reminded of the gritty but soft sand every time I think about going to the beach. It’s just me and my brother left to play, but we enjoy every moment of playing in the sand, being in the water, and listening to country music playing over my dad’s Dewalt speaker. My brother and I are particularly drawn to the sand, whether that be eating sand sandwiches, throwing sand, digging holes, or building sand castles. Every time I think of going to the beach, I think of building these ultimate sand castles with my brother, Gavin. I wondered what had happened to our castles when we came back the next day and they were gone, and realized the only way could’ve been the waves. However this didn’t make sense, I thought to myself:

“Why does the ocean wash away our castles?”

• Category: Prose