Beach Trail 

Once upon a time

I would walk these oak covered trails. Listening to the scraping sound of the palmettos as I pushed my way to the beach. Stepping onto the white sand squeaking all the way to the water's edge. With the rest of my day spent playing in the Gulf of Mexico. The sand and sun were my life's blood. I never knew at that time how much those memory's would mean to me but I am eternally grateful to have had the opportunity to enjoy freedom to play on the beaches without restriction.