I've actually never been good at reckoning time. I can tell you who said what, where they were standing when they said it, and what tone of voice they used. But I can't tell you if they said it two weeks or two months ago. It's like my brain simply won't measure time in reverse.
So I was looking through some photos from 1985, trying to figure out which of them I actually remembered and, of the ones I remembered, which of them were the oldest. And I think it was this.
|What a goober.|
I don't remember what beach it was, but I remember being there with Mama Ginger. And I think that's probably when it became etched on my brain that the ocean was the biggest, most amazing thing I'd ever seen. And still, at almost thirty years old, none of that wonder has worn off. Every time I stand on a beach, I stare out over the endless expanse of the ocean and think, "Holy shit, dude."
|"Holy shit, dude."|