Going to the beach
In Mozambique my moments were made of real, shining, sparkling gold. I could spend my leisure hours on the beach, diving into a water impressively transparent and so tepid (28ºC), it never felt cold, no matter how long I stayed there.
So, we (a bunch of kids), could spend the entire day inside the water, playing and laughing, or doing absolutely nothing at all other than just lying there, talking about anything and everything: we felt different; that transparent blue around our bodies made us feel special.
Sometimes (rarely), we also exited the water during the day. We never wanted; but at times, the grownups were clever. We always did it because of them. Always.
Of course it wasn´t enough to call us. They had to show us the tasty snacks of bread they had prepared at home, with a lot of stuff in it, like eggs, marmalade and butter. Only then did we condescend to get out of the water. But it was only for the time needed to fill our bellies.
