Here we are in our third evening on type island. We spent the day, at least Lynne and I, doing a bit of shopping. We decided to hide from the sun's rays today and boy I'm glad we did because it was hot hot hot! We were out till 3pm after that we used the leasing office's computer and borrowed a movie and went to the post office. We came home sprayed ourselves down with ice after burn spray and then we all 4 of us road our bikes to the North Beach bar and grill, ya it's a winner in my book and it is good eats. While we were there a small thunder storm came through and cooled every thing off a bit. We walked a bit tword the beach and watched the lightening near the beach we listened to the crashing waves and the wind blow across the tall grasses and palm trees. Then we road home in the dark there were no wrecks though we did almost collide with an on coming biker. We are back at our little beach cottage soon I think my eye lids will be in my way.
...She will most likely have a favoret tree she climbed when she was a girl. She didn't just climb it she sat in it and dreamed in it. She also probabley sprang ankles and wrists jumping out of it at times. Maybe she dreamed of building or built, (with her dads help) a tree house or tree fort in the tree. One of her favoret movies is the Sandlot, and she wanted to be one of those boys, and was really frustrated because she didn't seem to have the same kind of fun and adventures they did, or maybe she did. If she did she sure got into a bunch of trouble. She will have stories about playing in the dirt, chasing down lizerds catching crodads in the crick, and having mice for pets, and being the fasest girl on the neighborhood block. This Tom boy is a dreamer, always wondering and questioning life and pausing to hear the noise or silents inside. For the most part these thoughts and dreams never are spoken out loud though they are bursting at her seams to be heard.
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