My favourite place on the island is somewhere I’ve only been once.
A place we stumbled across on my birthday. It absolutely reeked of fish, but the red rocks more than made up for it.
A place where seagulls dropped the claws of crabs they had gnawed on for lunch. My brother picking them up and chasing us around.
A place where a beautiful ruby floated among the sea of sapphires. We were only a running leap away.
My favourite place on the island is one I haven’t found again.
A place just off the highway, away from the popular beaches and past a “no trespassing” sign. I’ve driven along the highway; I can’t find it.
A place where you can walk up to the edge of the cliff – but that’s not it. You have to jump over the rope marking danger, teeter along the edge of the cliff, and look back to see if your mom is following her children.
A place where it was quiet. There was no one else around.
My favourite place on the island is the best kept secret.
A place of treasure buried so well even the map doesn’t help. Google searches and calls to my mother led me to the wrong place.
A place where I have great memories. Of laughter and spreading the red clay over my hands.
A place that I cannot find again. I tried to bring my new friends there, ended up lost, and smiled to myself because keeping the place to myself it what makes it my favourite.
My favourite place on the island is forever remembered as the place where I fell in love with my new home with just my family beside me.