So here we are at Orange Beach, on a winter-day-that-felt-like-summer, as Afzal roamed around on the sandy white beaches, teasing the waves as it lapped onto the shores.
As he combed the beach, he started to pick up little shells that littered the sandy white beach. Without asking, he showed me his handful of unbroken shells.
Soon, he had his shoes wet, and the millions grains of sand had stuck to his shoes and socks.
After he had his fun, and his shoes soaking wet from the wash, we went to a surf shop and bought this orange beach shoes. It was not so much that we wanted it to be orange just because we were on Orange Beach but the blue ones did not have his size and another set were pink and purple.
After wearing this orange beach shoes, Afzal exclaimed, “I felt like a clown” and off he clowned around the streets of Orange Beach. After much clowning and monkeying around, it was time to head back to Mobile, which was an hour and a half drive away, and it would be dark by the time we reached home.
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