Cedar Beach, Mount Sinai, NY circa 1997
We were at one of our favorite beaches. I believe it was after school one day. There was another mother there with two boys. They were older. Perhaps this was the same day they were throwing rocks at the seagulls. That is a whole another story. Johnathon. . . .
Meanwhile, I was on the beach, on a towel. Jayme was in the water, as were the other boys. Their mom was on a blanket, as well. Frightened by the prescence of horsesoe crabs, the two boys came rushing up the beach from out of the water. They were carring on, making such a fuss that the lifeguards instructed everyone to get out of the water.
The boys claimed that the crabs were fighting.
I assured the lifeguards that my son knew what he was doing. We had been to numerous nature programs and petting zoos. I knew Jayme was directing them to safety. He was walking calmly and using an open palm causing water current. He was coaxing the creatures toward the deeper water.
A very young boy he was, perhaps just seven years young at the time. We had moved to the north shore of long island when he was in the second grade. He came up the beach from out of the water and gave the report.
"They're mating."
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