Thursday, May 26, 2016

Brighton Beach Lives on my Street

At the crack of dawn I put on my black and red racing suit and turquoise flip flops and I covered myself in my long green cotton flowered dress and I walked the half block to the pool. I took off my dress and jumped in swimming with fins and goggles and a big blue foam belt. When I was done I put my dress on and walked out the door and back over to my house. I filled the yellow bathtub with scented oil washing up while making my toast and tea. What a great way to start this summery spring day. My grandma Sophie would swim in Sheeps Head Bay on Brighton Beach in Brooklyn before taking the subway into Manhattan to go to work. We both shared a love of water and a love of sensory.

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