There once was a boy who loved the beach.
I think he might have inherited this love for the ocean from his Oma.
He embraced the sand. Literally.
He made sand angels.
They turned out great.
He wrote his name in the sand.
And sprinkled the result with more sand.
He paused for a moment here (it could be my dad standing here – Davey has his stance).
There once was a boy who loved the beach!