There was a time, A year into the future, when we used to frolic and dance in the sand. Usually, I don't like beaches, I hate large crowds, Hate 'em hate 'em and I will 'till pigs fly. Sometimes I think I'm not like the others even though I desperately wish to be. I'd like to donate my shoe collection to the Salvation Army, or Goodwill, for them to be put to better use instead of sitting unused surrounded by crumpled tissues and overdue books. Or I could build a time capsule to be opened the next century. Hopefully the future Ebenezer Scrooge finds the Ghost of Frolicking Past and actually learns to enjoy beaches.