Not a creative piece as such this time, more of a reminiscence.

When we were younger, we spent many a summer in Kenya, visiting family. Mombasa was a place we would frequent on occasion. Imagine it, a huge band of Indians, all parked on the beach, women attempting to feed the masses, kids enjoying the water and men nursing several beers!

The tide would go out for a certain time, allowing us to walk out into the sea quite a distance.

Please forgive me, I cannot offer your accurate fact, this is the memory of a 41-year-old from when she was nine!

My Pops wanted to walk out as far as he could so a few of us decided to all go together.

There was me, so brave, venturing out into the open sea. It was fine for the first minute, then I kept feeling strange things under my feet!

Continue reading here:  Low Tide #writephoto