I had meet Maxie on the beach seven years ago. I still remember when we were kids, watching the waves curl as we sat together on the beach. We had so much fun digging in the sand as children, and I would always think about those times when I would meet him on the dock and he would give me a little blue flower. That was years ago though, and I still miss the blue flower he would bring me every morning. It was such a nice flower, but wenever did know what kind it was. He promised me he would find out. He promised me. It had been so long since I had seen that tatterd boy, and when I had to go back to my home in Virginia, I said goodbye for the seventh time that summer. He was my best friend, but little Maxie didn't see me the next time I visited the docks. I remeber sitting there until sun down. Waiting, waiting for Maxie to come see me with the little blue flower. He never came, I remember putting that big rock near the hull of that old beached ship that we played at every day. That rock always sat before the hull whenI came down from Virginia. It would tell him on his morning walk that I was visiting, he would flip it back over to it's flat side if he saw it, and I would check on it later. If he flipped the rock it meant he knew I was here, that he would visit the docks today in the morning. He never flipped the rock, for days the stone didnt move, so I waited on the dock. He never came. He never came again. SoI asked around. LIttle Maxie was gone they told me. They aren't sure how, but he dissapeared.His paren'ts didn't tell me this. He never had any.

I breathed in quielty, the salty water lapping at my toes as I sat on the edge of our long dock. I was sixteen now, and finalyI had the chance to drive to our small beach house on my own. It was a pretty long drive, but I was finaly here. It had been years sinceMaxie'sdissapearnce, and sadly that old rusty ship we always played in was taken out to sea and sunken by hurricane Sandra. I can't say I didn't miss the old thing, but it was full of nails and loose boards of all sorts. It's a miracle in itselfboth of us didn't get hurt back then, but we were both the most adventurous children.We used sticks as pirate sords, seaweed for rope, and any other shell or driftwood we could find for something new. I still missed him so much. I was just happy I was here again.Here again with these memories. I had been under so much ever since my parents divorced last week. This was my vacation. Just me, the ocean, and my own sad memories.