Submitted by Mary Eddy
I grew up in New Hampshire, raised by a mother who dearly loved the ocean and a father who liked the ocean because he dearly loved my mom. My early yearss were spent surrounded by all things marine, including many trips to Hampton Beach. I remember tide pools full of ancient ocean magic, salt air that would fill your soul and waves to body surf. My childhood memories include my dad rescuing me from an undertow, only to be caught himself. I also remember a summer spent on York Beach, Maine where we ate more lobster than hamburger because it was 10 cents a pound cheaper. The ocean is in my soul and although I live in Colorado, I still hear the sound of the ocean calling me home once more.