First Memory

My very first memory is of the Pacific Ocean. I can still remember the clumps of long green grass lining the twisting sandy path to the beach. It’s that path that I actually remember. It was from there that you could first see the ocean and its wide expanse.

I remember seeing it walking down the path. I remember seeing it returning up that same path as the day was ending. The ocean was a deep purple. The sky was pink.

It has been nearly twenty-five years since I last beheld the Pacific with my own eyes. Someday I will again.