The sun is just coming up and my mom is mad because she forgot we live on the West Coast and not the East. She made sandwiches. Toasted wheat-bread, fried egg and a slice of American cheese. There might be some crumbles of overcooked bacon on there also but ts hard to tell for all the sand that got in the moment I took the cellophane off.
I ate it anyway and dove into the chilly water after because I loved to swim and I hadn’t learned about the sharks yet. It would be half a decade later, in high school, I learned that’s the exact location sharks dump their babies off every spring.