I’ll always remember every single tiny grain of sand from those shores.
The waves that crashed, rising higher than my two foot tall figure.
It was the summer of ‘04, first time stepping foot on those Newport shores.
For my family, it was just another summer day, to me…
The start of something new.

Long drives call long naps, falling asleep as the adults talk about the day plans.
2 hour drive being interrupted for one stop.
The morning air had that familiar summer scent like at home, but this was not home.
The trees were like forest giants, hiding in the darkness,
Only to be illuminated as the sun shone through their old branches.

I was three year olds, my first time leaving my home state.
Abandoning it for a different type of scene.
Paved streets, sidewalks lined with shopping store.
Some brand new, or going out of business,
Most of them still the original old, brown wood for years before.

My first time witnessing the scorching, hot sun beat down on my pale skin.
The hot grains of sand that stuck to your feet without warning.
Hearing the tsunami of waves come in fast, crashing even faster.
Trying my best to jump over the towering the waves, gripping my father’s hand.
Watching as my footprints would wash away as the waves returned to the dark abyss.

As the sun sets over the horizon, hues of reds and pinks filling the once blue sky.
Changing the scene to a photograph that will forever stay in my mind.
Watching as the waves simmer down and lightly come in contact with the shore,
Meeting as the touch, only to get pulled apart once more.
Taking my memories with them.

Years past and here I am again, in the same sand where I once stood.
Walking the beach and kicking up shells , like the ones I used to collect.
I know it’s for the best, but it’s so sad to see this place go.
No matter how much I grow,
My young soul stays trapped in those shores, which soon became my home.