Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Deerfield Beach, Florida, December 2007
When I go to the beach, I try to stay away from the crowds. I'm much happier walking a little further and finding a relatively open stretch of undisturbed sand. So as I slowly ambled further away from the maddening crowds, I came across this forlorn beach toy, long abandoned by an unknown child.
I figured it, like every other piece of garbage in this transitional place, had a story, a history. I wondered if the child who lost it even knew it was gone, if he/she was upset, if mom/dad/caregiver helped ease the pain with a scoop of ice cream and some soothing words - or a dismissive comment.
It's often said there are a million stories in the big city. I guess the same thing applies to this forgotten stretch of sand as well.
Your turn: Who lost this? Feel free to tell its story.