Sandcastle

i remembered, each summer we were going to camping near the sea with my family and friends.

We had a small tente with my brother and big tente for mom and dad. Camping area was cover full of wild red roses. These days my favorite breakfast was rose jam with butter on toast.

My mom never learnt to swim but she was the one who teaches me how to swim somehow by just being in the sea until her knees and give me confidence with her present. She never liked cold water and didnt bother to swim. she told me her mother also never swam but she was saying “you are my mermaid.” i swam, i swam, i swam with small fishes, all days along of camping.

Onece get tired, all my childhood friends was sitting near the sea and digging a hole enough to have a water and starting to build a sandcastle. Dream castle of our imagination with flowing watery sand. Shaping it and embellish it with laughter.

Then it was time to build the landscape around, collecting beautiful stones, seashells, some coral as a shelves, some natural sponge and some natural woods to build the bridges on top our beautiful river reaching the sea.

I am in the middle of the sandcastles all around the Europe. They look quite familiar to my sandcastles. People visiting inside and praying for what? We are outside having fun. Building a landscape and amusement park! Having a Sprizz Royal at the Dom cafe near the Wieden Katedra Sczcepana.