I remember flashes of before. She used to tell me bedtime stories about warm sand. My mother. I wonder what it look like or what is this summer that she spooked about. I don't think that she knew either but her father told her what it was like. I wish that i knew more about my parents rather than the weather...You know, i joined the scouts because i'm sure that she is still out there. Somewhere...Hoping that i'm safe and healty...I'm not sure about either of that but...I'm alive, that's all that matter right?