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