They run and jump off and climb again; one rock for  hours.

It is amazing.

Needing nothing besides their own want for adventure in the sunshine, soft wet sand and a giant rock.  Running and jumping off a giant rock, and not bored in the slightest.

Four hours in and each jump is new and more exciting.

The sand scraping their skin doesn’t bother them in the least and they scream happily –

joyously.

Their voices carry in the wind and echo into eternity.

Captain of a rock ship.

Conqueror of islands unknown.

The ocean’s shushing in the background, music to their lives.

  Fleeting happy moments of childhood.

Lord, help me remember – theirs and my own.