It would have seemed almost impossible for him to remember the way considering he was only a child the last time he had come to the beach for a vacation. He remembered the way though, down to the very smallest detail. He remembered the small mom and pop shop once you crossed into the town of Dover. He wondered how good ol’ ma and pa had survived over the years. He remembered the run down gas station across from the shop; it looked even more worse for wear than he had recalled as a child. He recognized the small playground that came into view as you followed the sloping road towards the seashore. So many memories came rushing back in; unfortunately they were not good memories. Damon could hear his mom and dad cheering Joseph on as he swung higher on the swings or made his way across those damn monkey bars. Damon always seemed to be the background, just watching others take all of the glory. He just wanted to be recognized for his own accomplishments. Kristi elbowed Damon as the sand and water came into sight.
