It's always fun to spend Sunday at the beach. Sometimes it brings back fond memories of when I was a kid. At that time, almost every Sunday we played at the beach; building sandcastles, collecting shells, chasing little crabs, or bathing on the shore until we were satisfied.
All those memories came up when I was chasing those fiddler and ghost crabs.
The difference is that I was still strong enough to chase them when I was little. But now I get tired too quickly even though I only ran for a few minutes. Understandably, I will be 41 years old in February; I feel too old to play hide and seek with those sneaky little guys.
But finally, I caught some of them. Well, they have turned me into a "little kid" again.
