With long ash blonde hair freckles dotting my face and shoulders rosy lips and cheeks from the sun I am a young girl again Laying on the Atlantic ocean shore my back pressing into the soft sand Letting the waves roll over me laughing hysterically as the salt water tickles my tummy and I plug my nose
It was at this age I smiled cheek to cheek without worrying about the layout of my teeth I didn’t consider myself lonely I had quite a lot of fun with my imagination Not yet the age where I was preoccupied with image or my emotions Just living like the waves crashing over me