ryan169

I'm walking through a neighborhood with my sister. There's a family, with a young, blonde girl, in front of us; we pass them. We see a house with two connected motor homes parked in front. There are middle aged women in bikinis on the front lawn, organizing things.
Now, we have arrived at the beach. The sand looks soft and bright, the water sparkling and clear. I slip out of my flip flops and take off my shirt and get it.
There is a picnic bench in the water with a lot of kids sitting on it. I want to set up on the beach, but my sister wants to set up on the table.
We are on the table and it is spinning. I go underwater and hold on to the table.
Now, I am to the left of the table, spinning the little blonde girl on a tube. She is having fun.