Time to participate in Crispina’s Creative Challenge… I have totally cheated as there is one little umbrella, or parasol, in this pic, whereas my story involves hundreds. Still. It is where this photo brought me and I’m feeling particularly mushy this evening so. There. The pictures I have added are not from the time of my story but close enough and damned if I can find them anyway in the helter-skelter that is my basement. I fear there will be no order till way after golf season, and we are comfortably buried under at least four feet of snow, so please, bear with me and use your imagination…
Adventure at the Beach
“Mommy told me to make sure I know where our umbrella is, just in case. She worries too much. I’m going on an adventure.” He made his way to the beach, intent on finding some shells…
“Where’s Aidan?” Panicked, three of us four adults went searching, while I stayed put with the other kids.
“Where’s our umbrella? They all look the same.” Aidan started to cry. A lifeguard found him and brought him to us.
My poor husband had walked far, searching. He had worked himself into a tizzy, already running in his mind what his son was wearing, how to describe him to the police… We had no cell phones then and couldn’t notify him so we had to wait for his return.
By the time he did, he was a complete basket case. He broke into tears upon seeing his baby, safe and sound.
“Don’t you ever do that to me again!”
Word count: 154.