Feet Under Water

What day was it? Thursday? Yeah? Yes, of course. About a week after New Year's. He and I were at the beach along side the Surf Highway number 2, mapping out and checking off the attraction list from the guide books I've insisted on taking with us. Black sand beaches. "Have you seen sand like these before?Look at this. Amazing isn't it?" He gestured towards a wall of rock formation just about a meter from where we were standing. Rushing over, he pointed over to the layer of copper-coloured erosion lines. " Rust ," he mouthed confidently, grinning ear to ear.As always, his enthuthiasm is rather infectious. "Of course," I agreed. Iron rich, hot-to-the-touch sand were burning my feet as I kept on walking and breathing in the scenery around me. I hear water splashing from behind and I knew without turning he was already in the water. Chilly, chilly, pacific cold water. Yes. I have seen black sand before. Langkawi Island, up ...

You turn nine this coming April no longer eating crayons or trying out mum's heels just mediating into the boys-are-silly-they-are-so- messy-but-they're-kinda-cute phase asks me about boys now, party invites are piling up, my kid sister the social butterfly. my dad must be worried. You can't work the web cam, or type as fast i see you in my mind anyway, partly frustrated, as screaming "just you wait," into the small mic behind the pc. You tells me you're 'sorta smart' You say mum and dad thinks you're trouble just like me but a lot nicer. "You were the guinea pig, after all. It's not your fault." This coming from the baby of the house. Big 9, huh? Welcome to an almost double digit age, mini me ;)