You must have been one of those really cute kids. When you were little, the little ones that win over everyone because they’re so cute. They win over everyone on the entire beach and then they go collect wet, live, starfish and snails and urchins from the tide pool and put them into that dry, small pail and watch them wiggle in their weird ways and then leave it by the rocks. They leave it by the rocks and think those tiny things in that small pail are so fucking cool and that they are going to take them home with them in the car when they go back and then they will be so interested and entertained for so long AND IT’S GONNA BE GREAT! You must’ve been that kid that everybody loved and nobody supervised and nobody ever told, no. Not repeatedly. I bet your amazement every time was born again by those crawly, bendy, tide-pool things, every time you went to the tide pool. And I bet you left your pail by the rocks every time you went to the rocks. And I bet the seagulls came every time afterwards and were so very thankful. But only for a short while, for it is a short attention span that they have too.