There is something wonderful about this place.  It seems that when we go, all the cares of the world are lost and all the stresses disappear.

It’s a place where we all get to be kids again.

At the Sea-Side

By Robert Louis Stevenson

When I was down beside the sea

A wooden spade they gave to me

   To dig the sandy shore.

My holes were empty like a cup.

In every hole the sea came up

   Till it could come no more.