I think most of us have, at least once in our life, picked up a piece of driftwood on the beach and written or drawn something in the sand. I once had the grand [for grand, read particularly stupid] idea of writing my name in 50 foot high letters. I gave up half-way through . . .
Later, I tried to write the name of my beloved Jack Russell, Bert, in the sand, but he thought it was a game. As fast as I wrote it, the quicker he dug up the letters! Tell me, what is the most interesting thing you have written in the sand?
I once wrote,
ReplyDelete"H E L P ! ! ! S E N D . M O N E Y ! ! !
Hoping a bag would fall out of the sky or something... but none came... the silence was deafening...
I don't remember ever writing anything in the sand, but one time I was walking by the beach with my husband, wishing I'd finally find a whelk shell, when a perfect one dropped from the sky right in front of us. It was quite a shock as it was quite big - but we looked up in time to see the seagull that had dropped it!
ReplyDeleteNow, it wasn't a bag of money, but still...
:) Silke
Not in the sand, but the snow. My husband was the reporter for the local arts scene and as a Christmas sign-off to his TV segment he decided he'd tramp out "Joyeux Noel" in the 2 foot deep snow with a cameraman filming it from the roof of a near-by tall building. It turned out to be rather more arduous than he expected, and quite funny for the audience as he was miked and we could hear his jollity turning into wheezes and gasps. By the time he reached the end of the "L" (gone to "L" so to speak) he collapsed on his back. We were all relieved when he rallied enough to move his arms and legs and make an angel in the snow, giggling weakly.
ReplyDeleteI used to do it as a child. I grew up spending most of my time alone on the shores of a glacier lake. Probably a naughty word, and then watching it disappear with my sin in writing it..or so I would have believed.
ReplyDeleteWell, not too original, but here goes: I remember it so vividly because it was about my first "crush" when I was ten years old. I had just finished fifth grade and was on summer vacation before sixth grade. I walked around with my head in the clouds thinking about Doug who kissed me (my first kiss, ahhh) on the last day of school on our class trip. Our family took a vacation to San Diego, and there in the sand on Del Mar Beach I wrote, "Doug + Margaret--within a heart peirced with an arrow." As we were leaving the beach, I saw it was already ebbing away. Of course, by the time we hit sixth grade, we weren't intersted in each other at all anymore! I'm sure everyone can tell some version of this story!
ReplyDeleteI once wrote a goodbye letter to a lover and sat on the sand waiting for the tide to wash my words away...it was very empowering to release my love in that manner. It closed a chapter in a book whose time had come...
ReplyDeleteYou have a lovely blog :) It was nice to visit.
Have a Happy Day!
My husband proposed to me by arranging seashells in the sand. Can you guess the question? He's my husband so you know the answer.
ReplyDeleteI'm always doing the same thing, and it's not at all too interesting. Hearts! I draw them all the time! :o)
ReplyDeleteWhat a fascinating blog. I'll be back!
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