I open my eyes slowly the second or third time I hear the tiny voice a few feet a way. Standing above me on a rock, my eyes meet a little boy probably 3 or 4 years old, clutching a medium-sized striped ball. He is wearing a cute matching beach outfit including Gilligan-type hat.
He smiles at me and indicates that he is going to throw the ball at me. I press up on my elbows and sit up, brushing the sand from my legs and then arms almost in time to catch the quickly-thrown ball. The boy giggles as I exaggerate my effort at reaching for the ball and miss.