A Hillsborough Community College Student Publication since 1978.
By Whitney Heatherington
Every time I was on Uncle Kenny’s boat
I smiled and giggled as a blonde ringlet girl.
Watching my best friend and
cousin crinkle her nose
when salt water flung into her eyes
and hoping someday Uncle
would let me drive.
When we arrived to Sand Dollar Island
I treasured every moment when the sand
was between my toes and the warmth
of the sun was on my skin,
while I stared at the ocean hoping
to spot a dolphin,
collecting seashells all afternoon.
And when it was time to leave
we loaded up the boat,
and slept the whole way
home. The humming
of the motor
put me right to sleep.