I have been to the beach many times in the past, but one thing that always disappointed me was that I never found any cool shells. I actually had dreams about finding beautiful things on the beach, but the real ocean was not so kind to me. One thing I really wanted was a sand dollar.
There was this one beach I went to where there were broken sand dollars all over the shore. I collected a bunch of pieces, though all were little and no pieces seemed to go together so that I could somewhat say I had found a whole one.
One cloudy day, though, on another beach years later, I remember walking along the shore, and I saw a piece of trash partially buried in the sand. It was purple, and I uncovered it with my foot to see what it was. It was not trash, after all, but a beautiful, complete sand dollar, probably about three to four inches in diameter. Needless to say, I picked it up and have protected it ever since like it was a copy of “Final Fantasy VII” (which is just about as rare as any sand dollar).
I keep it now wrapped in cloth in a tupperware container that now has a rather strange odor inside it. But, I can’t risk losing or breaking my beloved discovery. The purple has long since faded to a grey white, but I still love it and remember exactly what it looked like when I first found it. Next thing I hope to find: a live sea horse to call my very own. Or a friendly sea monster.