Fond Memories

When I was little, my father and mother would drive us to Galveston way before daybreak, just to see the sun rise. We would have the beach all to ourselves, it was too early for the sun worshipers. We'd play on the beach (my little brother and I) and have a breakfast picnic, then by noon, we'd leave for home. By noon, my little brother and I were exhausted. All just to see the sun rise over the water in Galveston. Galveston means a lot to me.