i found my box.
i've always grown up near a beach. always. i think being from a tropical island would make you live in similiar habitat. it's like in my blood to love the beach, the sea, the sand, and the shells. and be amazed by underwater life. even though i think fish make terribly boring pets, it's their colors that have me mezmerized.
my dad taught me to fish, and gut and scale a fish. you don't hear about many girls knowing how to gut a fish, but my dad made sure i knew. he thought it was basic. substantial. i once caught about 5 blue fish one day, about 2 feet long.
my mom made sure i always had a pail and shovel and some little crab mold to play in the sand with.
my parents tell me this story of when i was a baby. we were at the beach and they fell asleep, or they weren't watching me (nice parents eh?), and i just stuffed my little chubby face with fistfuls of sand until my mother notice i was covered in the stuff and i spewed all over.
my aunt made sure i built gargantuan sand castles with all my sand toys. and always made sure to have a moat.
i was extremely obsessive about having it decorated with shells, and making sure i had entries, just in case i found a little crab that wanted to live in it.
my grandma made sure i collected seashells everytime i went to the beach. that became like a passion. i would become extremely disappointed if i had gone to the beach, and came home empty handed. i always sure made to find something.
i would sit in the water with my little strainer, and put mounds of sand, and let the water softly sift it, until i found something precious to me.
i would come home with cups full. and if there weren't anymore cups, i'd beg my mother to put them in her bag, and make sure not to crush them.
i had so many shells, that my parents gave me an old wine box to put them in. and when we moved into the house i live in now, which was almost six years ago, i lost my box.
i knew it was somewhere in the basement. in a cardboard box with old games and junk from my old room. i searched and searched the shells to avail.
lastnight i was rummaging in the basement, getting christmas ornaments, and i noticed this huge box with my name on it. so i peered in, and there it was.. my box. i shook it lightly, and it sounded like charms.
finding that box put the biggest smile on my face.
to this day i still have a thing for collecting shells everytime i go to the beach. i don't have the patience to lay out and tan. i rather walk the beach. that's how i find my little treasures. my eyes light up like a child, and when my hands are full with shells, i make my friends hold them for me. i come home and put them in bowls, jars, whatever.
it's one of those pastimes that are very endearing and personal. kind of like when a child says something sweet and sincere.
my box carries happiness.
12:43 am - 2000-12-11
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