Along the Shore

I pick up a flat stone, smooth from years of gentle waves crashing over it. It feels cool in my sweaty palm. I rear back my arm with the tension of a slingshot and hurl the rock into the bay. Surprise rushes through my body as the rock skips effortlessly over the calm waters. “WOW!” I scream as I experience my first joy of rock skipping. My celebration is short lived as the lone fisherman at the shore screams, “Hey, stop tossing rocks, you’ll scare the fish!”
I feel like I’m 12 years old again, giddy and in trouble.