The beach
The sun was warm and bright, high in the sky over the sandy beach. The sand was soft and fine with no rocks or seashells. The sun was still bright even though it was already 5:00 pm in Marco Island, Fl. There was a mild chatter in the air mixed with seagulls trying to find stray food.
Everyone on the beach looked to be over 18, except for 3 kids playing in the cold salty ocean and water. These kids looked to be young, They looked no older than 13. There were 2 boys and 1 girl, the girl was the oldest. They boys were both short with blonde haired blue eyes but the girl was taller and had brown eyes and brown hair. They were playing with a skip ball, throwing it back and forth across the water. Every time it bounced on the water little tiny water droplets would fly up and evaporate in the air before they hit anyone. But there attention spans were very short within a few minutes they were running back and forth across the beach throwing the ball to each other and tackling each other for it.
Several feet away from them was their moms sitting in beach chairs chit chatting about work about the holidays coming up, the weather, and just about everything in between. They could hear their kids bursting out in laughter, as they tackled each other into the sand. Even though they weren't bungee jumping or skydiving they were having lots of fun and sometimes the little things are the most fun.