Shrimp at the beach

There were those times that things seemed good.

Like when I was with Nana and Auntie.

Auntie always acted like she loved me. She laughed appropriately when I was trying to be funny, she made nice remarks, and never insulted me.

Not much to ask for from a 10 year old.

Anyway, I remember once when I had discovered shrimp in one of those little ponds left behind from the tide. I scooped up some in a jar or bucket and ran to show her and Nana. "Oh," she said, "You've found shrimp. I love shhrimp". "I'm going to go find some more" I said in an excited 10 year old hurry. She said to Nana "See, he really does have ambition".

Doesn't sound like much. It wasn't. But I didn't get much either.