Summers are for the beach and...

Summers are for going to the beach with the family. But.. also for getting hurt. Growing up somehow we always found a way to get hurt at the beach. At least my brother found a way to. There were several accidents. Like stepping on the hot coals from a grill that someone was stupid enough to dump on to the beach sand but not put out with water. Or perhaps going fishing and hooking your brother in the head with a huge hook that had to be pulled out by some stranger in a camper. Or perhaps the time that my brother spilled a cup of George's milk clam chowder on his stomach in the car and screamed so loud that the family walking by said did you hear that kid screaming. He had gave himself a second degree burned on his stomach. I think he still has the scars to this day. Fortunately for us none of the kids got hurt at the beach. It was a short but sweet visit to the beach. I even got some photography in.