This story ends sometime in the summer with my mother and me wandering in different directions on the beach at Ward’s Island.
It begins in September, probably Grade Seven, when gym class changed, and Mr. Mason had us running laps, whatever the season, practising for our timed run around the goal posts at opposite ends of the field.
Then back to the beach, where I saw my mom in the distance and decided to show her what I could do, and so ran all the way . . . the first time I actually enjoyed it, but the last time I did it.
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ReplyDeleteLooks like a terrific stroll on the BEACH! Kate, ABC Team
ReplyDeleteI hope everyone can see the hidden meaning in this. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteLeslie
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Leslie, I can think of several different meanings here. What is your interpretation? Just curious.
DeleteI could picture the run on the beach. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteSubtle.
ReplyDeleteROG, ABCW
Very endearing and I appreciate the hidden meaning.
ReplyDeleteNice pictures too.
your words are wonderful, the image is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteFRANKLY MY DEAR
That's a beautiful shot. I'd love to be walking there too!
ReplyDeleteWished I could walk on the beach ! But it's too cold and rainy here !
ReplyDeletei run on the beach for myself these days and i enjoy it very much...
ReplyDeleteAn evocative post.
ReplyDeleteTim
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I prefer to walk on the beach rather than run. nice pic.
ReplyDeleteLovely capture and a very endearing story.
ReplyDeleteVery nice and endearing story...
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