Childhood memories

I hardly remember the house itself except that it was a beautiful home where joy reigned. I must have been about 8 years old. I was on vacation at St Georges de Didonne near Royan, in the Charentes Maritime region, with my parents. I was happy: I felt light and carefree.

That day, it must have been 4:30 p.m. Our rental was relatively close to the seafront. I was looking forward to this moment!

It was still hot but a little wind brushed our faces. It was nice. On the way, I strolled. I took the time to observe the smallest flower, to spot the smallest bird song. It was a pleasant journey. I could see the walk and the spray began to stroke my nostrils. I was jumping for joy. I inhaled the finely iodized air until it filled my lungs. We were almost at our destination. The long-awaited view was FINALLY open to me!

To my right, the lighthouse watched over us like a protector. It was a landmark for me, reassured me. The ballet of the seagulls fascinated me. They would fly away, uttering little cries from time to time. I liked to contemplate the open sea. It’s so beautiful ! A large boat loomed in the distance. I thought he was moving fast.

Closer to us, some vacationers were relaxing, lying on the sand while others playing beach ball. Finally, others were walking along the ocean The gentle sound of the waves rocked me. It made me want to swim. I couldn’t keep still.

After spreading my towel out and brushing myself with sunscreen, I ran into the water.

Good swim!