Memories in Abundance: of Lobster

Immediately after reading the prompt my mind took me back. Not to one particular memory, but to every memory I could muster up in my mind of the times my family and I took trips to a beach. Any beach, Panama City, Orange, Myrtle, Tybee, you name it, if there is a beach out there that I have been to there is only one thing I can think of that brings all those memories rushing back like the waves on those shores. Lobster. Seems trivial that such a simple thing, and food no less, is the one shared memory I have of all these trips. After all, a vacation to the beach is not a vacation unless you eat lobster at some point before making the long voyage back home. Even in the large 16 person circus I call "family;" that can never seem to get along on any other day of the year (even Christmas brings arguments of one sort or another), all seem to come together in perfect unison when we go on vacation with each other. Its like with each changing of the tide on shore, comes a "changing of the" of sorts in my family as well. As if the waves washing on shore are washing over my family and allowing us to forget about all other strife's if only for that week, cleansing us of worry and doubt. We become closer for that week, and for a short period of time I get just a small, brief glimpse of the true bond we share. It truly is a beautiful thing, and in turn, swoons me with precious memories I will treasure forever. Yes the lobster is good, and for some reason always tastes better when eating it on an outdoor patio that overlooks the ocean, but nothing beats the quality family time and memories made there on those white, sandy shores.