Montana 1948- Essay of Place

I keep dear this beautiful memory of my childhood, a memory of a vast beach that is now miles behind me and the ones who helped me keep these recollections. To this day I still remember how the sun could make the waves look like twinkling stars, how when they reached the shore it would explode into a shower of water drops. I could smell the salt from miles away and then taste it as we neared the immense waters known as the Pacific Ocean. My love for water started at that beach, it was always a place where my family and I would be alone, where the creatures of the sea could always be found with just the lifting of a rock. That was always my favorite part about that beach, to be able to look for oceanic critters and never be disappointed. If you wanted a giant crab uproot a rock, a gull look up, or even an eel find a shallow puddle beside the shore line. My favorite things to find though was a helpless sand dollar, dig it up and throw it back to sea or a huge geoduck ready to be poked , watch it spray a fountain of water then sink down into its safe little shell. I could be at that beach for days and never tire of its odd sort of charm. One day I wish to go back but I doubt that will ever happen so all I have is a remembrance of what I t use to be.