A picture I recently took at Anaeho’omalu bay. A random one at that. Beautiful, sunny weather. Blue skies. Calm water. Turtles basking in the sun. It quickly reminded me of my childhood days, especially this one event that happened about fourteen years ago which I should’ve listened to her. Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
My knees began to shake as I tried to tip toe towards the ocean. “I told you to put your slippers on!” mom would yell from the campsite across the beach. A thin stretch of sand lay between black jagged rocks and keawe wood trees. Lots of little poky acorns about the size of M&Ms spread across the sand. It would’ve been too late now to turn back. I was almost at waters edge, about half way now. I thought about the salty, cool and refreshing sparkly water. I stood on thin sand for a lil bit, sore and waited until my foot recuperated from those dumb, poky acorns. Maybe just this once I should’ve listened to her.
I was a kid at the time. And now I was ready to take on those black jagged rocks. Next thing you know I was in moms arms, being carried like a helpless baby back to the campsite. My feelings of happiness suddenly turned to anger. I watched my cousins run past me. The older ones barefoot, showing no pain as they squish the poky acorns and the younger ones with slippers. And again thought to myself “I should’ve listened to her”.
She sat me on a white plastic chair and grabbed my rubber slippers from the passenger seat of our car and put them on my foot. In no time I was off the chair and standing at waters edge. The poky acorns and jagged rocks didn’t even faze me, it had nothin’ against me and my rubber slippers. I thought about how fast it was for me to get from point A to point B, by wearing those rubber slippers. I could’ve been swimming with my cousins already and having a blast. And I said to myself “Damn, I should’ve listened to her”.
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