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I'd like to tell you a story about me when I was younger. When I was six, I went to the place where the land met the sea. It was my first time at the sea. I was alone. It was beautiful. I stood on the beach, a little boy in blue jeans and a long sleave shirt. The wind fluffed my long blond hair around my head. I remember a curl landing in my eye. The air was salty and fresh. Waves of water crashed against the beach and retreated, crashed against the beach and retreated. Water sprinkled my face. I smiled there under the sun. My hands were clasped together.
I remember thinking that if I let the sea take me with it, it would deposit me on another beach far away on another land. I thought of islands of mystery, pirates, islands with old castles inhabited by Vincent Price, islands ran by animals, and islands where I could be the boy I was meant to be, unconstrained my logic or the real world.
I never went out with the tide obviously, but I find myself dreaming every now and then of the tide and of the little boy who did go out in it, the imaginary me. I find myself dreaming of what my grand life would have been like there on the island. You may think this is crazy, but I was so taken with that fantasy that when I was twelve, I put a message in a bottle and put it adrift at another sea in the hopes that it would reach the other me on the mystery island. The message was simple. I said "Come back for me."
My life is grand. I wouldn't trade it for anybody elses. I do still dream though of what my other self is doing now on the mystery island. I wonder where he is, and who he is.
On an unrelated note, I took a lot of pictures today of Baton Rouge. I'll be putting those and pictures of my home (Georgia) online soon in myspace, SG, and my website. Take care