By Sarah Levine
I was six years old the first time I remember going to the beach. I wore the two-piece bathing suit with pink and red butterflies, the one that was just a tad snug around my waist. Dad spent all day in the ocean with me, picking me up when the waves were too big for me to jump over. We feasted on ice cream from a cooler on a man’s back. At the end of the day, I dipped my feet into the ocean until my toes resembled raisins.
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