Close your eyes. You're 17. Where are you?
Where are you in your mind? In your dreams? Do you have a special place you recall?
I'm back on the beach in Santa Monica. Will Rogers State Beach, life guard tower 17. It's about 5:00 p.m. and most of the people have gone home. The sun is starting to set over the water, but I can still feel its warmth on my skin as I lie on my stomach on my towel. I can smell the Bain de Soleil orange gelee on my skin and I think I hear Rick Dees on the radio. The red hot sand from earlier in the day has cooled and I can feel it running through my toes as I dig my feet into the sand.
Better pack up and start walking home. Dinner will be ready soon!
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