when i was 13 our family took a vacation to Parksville, a small town right on the coast of Vancouver Island.
there were sand sculptures and mountains and steal drums, and a dairy queen .. we played catch on the beach.
i was going through my over.sized.guess.shirt/tight.long.johns/platform.converse.shoes faze.
my parents were divorced the next year.
13 years later i land on the same beach.
im at my dads house.
his new wife lives in Parksville.
i wonder which beach he sees,
the magic was the beach of 1995.
the story is the beach of 1995 the characters are just different.
my childhood was an act of courage and understanding,
i thought life was like that .. but it isnt.
i guess we end up in our dream no matter how hard we work against it,
lets say the preformance is over.
