Sand castles ,
Every time we went to the beach I would always bring my bucket and shovel and then we’d sit our blanket out ….and so it began .
That’s what children do !
Then see me as a child because it seems to be that for me life has been nothing more than a sand castle …,
Not a small one ….or one that took no time at all to construct, no not mine !
I’m talking big ass 4 & 5 bedroom estates
that I would build up ….
and then I’d Finnish the construction …take a step or two back from the masterpiece and a quick wave would come and simply wash the entire castle away.
I would cry every time, turn and run to my mommy and then she would say “ it’s ok baby …, just go out there and build a better one “,
And I would.
I have not been to the beach with my bucket and shovel in decades but sure as am alive that damn wave is there every time…. but I have no mommy to run to anymore…, so how then am I to rebuild my castle in the sand and who is gonna say that’s it gonna be ok ….. so much sand I wonder how many castles it has underneath ?
Avoid the sand traps!
DWHopkins 2/25
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D.W.Hopkins (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: September 14th, 2025 21:15
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