An Interesting Day
Southern beaches are a wonderful place to relax. You can kick your shoes off, walk along the beach, wade in the shallow part of the water, or just lay back and enjoy the sun. They can also be a little messy at times. Sometimes they are interesting in yet very different ways. 
On a trip to a southern Georgia beach, I was thrilled to be able to spend the day with my three children. We walked the beach and even the fishing piers. We saw horses running along the beach and longed to join them.
We had been driving all night to get there. We were out of money and just wanted to have a little cheap fun. A quite walk along the beach sounded like the perfect way to spend the day. We played in the sand. Took pictures of the water, sand, and even ourselves acting as silly as possible.
The trip had been long and the day had been fun. We still had a long drive back to the hotel. Our fun time was drawing to an end. A picnic would be the final act of fun for the day before we drove several hours to join my husband and his dad for dinner.
As we stood under the trees and the hatch of our jeep making our sandwiches, grabbing a few drinks, and chatting about our day, we thought this had to be the perfect day. No problems. Even a lack of enough money was not a big concern at the time. There was far too much fun to worry.
Then, without any true warning, I felt it. It hit cold and fast. I didn’t know whether to scream, run, or cry. I could feel it running between my eyes, down my nose and onto my shirt. What on earth was this? It didn’t feel like rain. As all of the kids busted out with laughter, I heard the sound of wings take flight above me. When the kids finally stopped laughing, they moved so I could get at the wipes.
The day had been filled with laughter, fun, and the warmth of sunshine and family. Now, was it going to be ruined by the fact that I had to drive over two hours with bird poop on my shirt? No way! I cleaned up my face, wiped off my shirt as best as I could, grabbed a sandwich and drink. While the kids were still almost rolling on the ground in laughter, I enjoyed my lunch. Then we all crawled into the jeep for the long drive ahead of us. Their laughter was nothing compared to what I heard when I reached the motel. My husband still laughs when he sees me flinch when I hear a bird take flight.
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