
When I was about 3 I would go for a walk at the beach every week with my grandpa. The sand tasted bad. Whenever we went there, there was a man that mowed the grass. He would give me toys that he found on the ground. The one he gave me that time was a toy car. Then I went to play with it in the sand and I lost it. I was really sad. About 4 years later I was walking on the beach with him again and I found the car.





