Sand caught between my toes as my flimsy flip-flops did little to protect my feet from the elements. I decided that I hated the beach.
I couldn’t bring myself to look anyone in the eye as we neared the crowds huddles on towels and portable chairs under the umbrellas. While some people are unobservant, indifferent, or at least kind enough to mind their own business, plenty are not. A ten-year-old wearing a diaper is such a strange sight that it can’t help but catch people’s attention. The unmistakable stares in your direction, but not at your face but down toward your waist. The quick grab to get the attention of the person next to them, followed by a whisper and a finger pointing in your direction. The comments made loudly enough that you can’t help but overhear.
