By MICHAEL RODRIGUEZ
South Padre Parade
paradeeditor@portisabelsouthpadre.com
Michael Rodriguez
When I was a kid, I hated getting sand in my shoes, down my shirt, in my hair… you name the place and it got there.
It was just one of those things, ya know? Some kids hate meat loaf, and some love it. Some adore the beach and others would rather be home. I belonged in the latter category.
Don’t judge me just yet. Hear me out.
I grew up playing basketball and football as a child. Every day after school, I had my core group of friends that stopped by my house for a little athletic competition, and when I’d finish whooping on ‘em in real life, we’d take it inside the house for a little lesson on how to get their butts handed to them on the Sega Genesis or Super Nintendo. My games of choice? Mortal Kombat and Street Fighter.
That’s right, many a men died at my hands… in the video game realm that is.
But when visiting the beach was on the agenda, I was unlike those who enjoyed a little fun in the sun. To me, it was a nuisance having to come home and take a four-hour shower just to get all that sand off, not to mention inadvertently crunching on the tiny grains of sand that had somehow gotten into my teeth.
Then, like most childhood quirks, I suddenly got over it. Now I’d do anything for a little time to myself on a sunny beach, and to hell with the nuisances that irritated me when I was younger. This is why I find any excuse to hit the sand as much as possible.
Point of fact, this year’s Sandcastle Days reminded me of the change of mentality, and I’m making it a point to attend. Ya’ll should, too!
Oh, and don’t forget to check out the pictures folks sent to us of BikeFest at portisabelsouthpadre.com.
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