I don’t know when it happened. That switch from LOVING the pool to LOVING the beach. I remember going to the beach for vacation and spending all of my time in the chlorinated water. But somewhere between toddler and middle school, I began to love the sand between my toes. I would try my hardest to wake up early with my mom for a stroll before the humidity sat us under our umbrella. I coveted my choice seashells, the ones with holes just the right size for a strand of hemp yarn. My skin soaked up the sun and the screen and the sand in one sit and the only cure would be to take a dip in the cool ocean blue. I came out renewed and ready to start the process again.