Finally, after 17 long months, mom and dad took me to the beach. The months leading up to our trip to Hilton Head had been so hectic, with my body growing and all, so I just really needed some time to feel the sand between my toes, the sun on my face, and hang out with my family.
Only 63 1/2 more years until retirement.
This was my first trip to the ocean. Mom and Dad were a little scared so I had to walk them both into the water.
Dad still needed some coaching.
Mom and dad were slowing me down so I had to cut them loose.
Here I am commanding the waters to rise.
Here I'm trying to play it cool while the girlies walk by, even though Dad lathered up my head with sunscreen. Sometimes, I think Dad intentionally does these things to hurt my chances with the lady folk. He keeps saying its for my own good. I have no idea what that even means.
After a morning at the beach, afternoon at the pool, and evening out on the town, I'm pooped. 
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