Summer is the season for little boys. Strap on sandals, don your bathers and hit the beach, hit the lake, hit the river. Go where it's sandy and wet. Flop down. Dive in. Dip your toes. Dig. Get dirt under your nails. Bury your legs. Plant your face in the sand and wear a pirate's five o'clock shadow. Run until your legs collapse beneath you. Do a somersault. Lie on your back and look at the clouds. Dream. Pretend you're a dinosaur or sabertooth tiger. Pretend you're the neighbourhood cat. Growl. Hiss. Spit. Purr. Be a crab on all fours travelling sideways. Find the real crabs hidden under barnacled beach rocks. Point out the fighters. Pick up them up. Don't cry if they pinch. Check for bee-hives or lighthouses. Watch the gulls ride the wind, dropping clam shells. Listen for the crack. Watch them feed. Run inside for your own snack. Something cold. Drink with a straw.
Fight sleep when the day winds down.
Repeat.
Repeat.
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