A beach for children

The beach seems to stretch out endlessly. You can see the vast expanse of sand from when the sun rises until it slowly sets every evening behind the building where I’m staying. I’m hardly ever there of course. If it were up to me, I’d always be out playing and getting into mischief, as the grown-ups say. I love having fun and there’s no better place to do it than at the seaside.

When you’ve got small feet and short legs like me, everything feels much bigger and better. When you’re running, you’ve got more time to dwell on the details and appreciate things. For example, the sand here in Bibione is much cleaner than the park back home.

The water in the sea is so clear sometimes that I can see little fish whizzing between my feet. I try to grab them but I know I’ll never manage it, so I pick up shells and hermit crabs instead. I leave the bigger crabs alone because I don’t want to get pinched!

I have to confess that I always kick up a fuss when it’s time to get out of the sea. I know I’m a pain in the neck but I love it so much I never want to leave. Come here in the summer and you’ll see why I can’t get enough of it!

I also have a great time on the sand. I love spending time in the shade under our umbrella, or even better under the umbrellas of the countless other kids like me. Some of them are a bit shy but we soon make friends and play together happily. One of the great things about being so little is that we understand each other without words, so we all get along wonderfully even though we come from different countries.

The beach and the sea would be more than enough to keep me happy, but there’s also a lot more on offer here. With the wind in my hair as the sun shines down, Mummy and I speed along on her bike. We go through the town looking for an ice cream parlour or past the pine trees to a tall building that they call the lighthouse. When it’s cloudy, we go for longer bike rides by the river or around the lagoon.

The adventure continues when Daddy lifts me off the bike and into a boat for a trip in the lagoon that I’ve just seen. They have to hold me still because there are so many things to grab my attention: a white bird circling above us, a little boat sailing past us, cyclists riding along the shore, clouds and mountains in the distance.

I know that we’ll have to leave this place sooner or later. Mummy and Daddy talk about it sometimes, but I never think further ahead than the next game and there’s so much fun to be had here. If we really do have to leave, I’ll cry my eyes out. Maybe that’ll convince my parents to bring me back here next year.