
My name is Amos.
The beach is my good place.
I am happy as a clam wallowing in the sand.
I play with my big trains and the shells my sister finds for me.
I like to run in and out of the water.
I like to chase my brothers and sister.
I do not like icky moon jellies.
I can't go to the beach and not ask for ice cream.
My mom says that's my idea of peas and carrots.
I don't like peas and carrots, but I do like a nutty buddy on the sandbar.
I am picky about some things, but not sand, my daddy says.
He's right.
I'm a beach boy.
Love, Amos
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