Escape
Not many people knew of the spot, it was kind of like our little secret paradise.
My mother was laying back on the sandy beach that lined the shore. Mother tried to sneak away from the store every couple of weeks, for some me time. She would tote me along and I loved it. That particular day, I had wandered down the shore line several yards, while my mother relaxed, looking for shiny rocks, like any five year old would do. Squatting down to pick up a pretty pink one, I heard a loud grunt, followed by what sounded like a thud. Being a curious child I leaned around a fallen tree, to see what was making the noise. I saw what looked like an enormous, scary man shoveling dirt into a hole in the g