Remember... 

My feet crunched on the sand and wind swept through my hair as I walked along the beach. I dipped my feet into the icy water remembering. I wondered if anything in the world could remember or was it just me? I asked myself this question over and over as I walked through the sandy dunes. I was so sucked into my thoughts that I didn’t notice a sharp shell pointing out of the sand. I stood on it and pain shot through my leg. I bent and picked it up. I then noticed some tiny words on the shell, REMEMBER…

By Evie Richardson