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our families camped together once a month, so when the fourth of july fell on our scheduled weekend, we never gave it a thought not to proceed with our plans. the drive to rehoboth beach took six hours, counting four bathroom stops for three children and two women and two men who swore they would lay off the water. the campsite was five miles from the pristine shoreline and boardwalk. we couldn t wait to dig our toes into the warm sand. our daughter was seven at the time and our friends daughters were eight and three. we packed enough toys, beach towels, and tanning lotion to last three weekends.after pitching our tents and setting up camp, the seven of us piled into our cars and began the hunt for parking spaces closest to the water so that the men would not have to resort to camel-like behavior when hauling our supplies to the beach. we staked our claim on the remaining ten feet of sand and sent the children to the ocean s edge. our striped towels and white flesh blended with the thousands of other sun worshipers. music blared from cranked-up radios while frisbees whizzed overhead. fair-haired recruits in muscle shirts hawked their ice cream sandwiches and cold soda while i poured lukewarm kool-aid.from where i reclined, i had a clear view of the three girls splashing near the water. they chased the waves and tunneled into the wet sand, building castle after castle. it took extreme persuasion to convince them to relinquish the sea long enough to split soggy sandwiches with us. periodically, the men would drop their books and leap into an incoming wave while capturing an unsuspecting child. i could only imagine the giggles above the beach clatter. | 
