I remember being 3 and walking into the water at Coney Island holding my dad’s hand. The waves were too high for me, slashing my face and getting in my eyes and mouth. He was a lot taller and oblivious to what it was like at my level. That’s how I remember perceiving it anyway.
I remember being 3 and walking into the water at Coney Island holding my dad’s hand. The waves were too high for me, slashing my face and getting in my eyes and mouth. He was a lot taller and oblivious to what it was like at my level. That’s how I remember perceiving it anyway.