When I was very small, perhaps 5 or 6, my older brother Marc Di Duca and I were playing on some beach on the North East coast of England (probably Scarborough) with a brand new beach ball that our parents had bought for us and one of us, probably me, let it fly out into the sea where it quickly drifted off with the tide and began to shrink into the distance. I remember balling my eyes out, watching helplessly as our ball dissapeared off towards Norway! I also remember my Dad telling me not to be upset because the ball would eventually reach the beach of another country and some other kids would get to play with it which made me feel OK. I wonder if that ever happened?? I hope so...
Posted on: Thu, 08 Aug 2013 02:11:08 +0000
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