This is not game related but a little about me. :D.
Today, I went with my family to Galveston, Texas, to pick up trash for Adopt a Beach organized by my father's company, Nexon. After breakfast of some fresh fruit and cereal bars (no milk! only OJ and apple juice), all the volunteers shimmied into the "trash picking gear": sunscreen, black rubber gloves, gray Nexon-logo'd visor, and a trash picker tool. Everyone was already pre-set wearing a teal volunteer shirt, with a turtle on the front and the Nexon logo on the back. Carrying red buckets and light green plastic trash bags, we set off to the beach, a short trip down a sandy path.
It had rained recently so the beach was covered with seaweed. One of the park rangers (we were inside Galveston's park) had briefed us, informing us that turning over the seaweed may uncover debris trapped underneath. So with great enthusiasm, my family and I started searching. Right away, my sister found a toy soldier. There was also going to be a contest later of the most unusual thing found. (We entered the soldier and lost third place to a chair leg...) From here, there's not much else to cover. The rest of the pick up was boring. My "trash" they meant partial bits and pieces and by materials they meant "plastic." My mother was tasked to be our record keeping since they wanted to know what types of materials we found. Tally at the end: Too many plastic pieces to count, two cigarette butts, two pieces of man-made wood (yes, not branches), five rubber bits, and an "other" we couldn't identify.
Well my favorite part was after a lunch of sandwiches, chips, soda, and cookies (from each major food group, very balanced like Garfield would say) when my family and I went to a more sandy (read, less seaweed-y) beach and just played in the waves and watched clams. Call me a little too curious or easily entertained, but my sister and I dug up clams (I'm surprised how close to the surface they are) and watched them burrow. I learned: Too far from the beach and they almost lay stationary, but too close and they get washed away with the tide and can't be observed for long. At just the right area, when a bit of water washes over them, they stick their tongue out and start "digging" into the sand. Slightly weird watching these "inanimate" objects move without hands deeper into the sand. Makes me feel like I'm slacking off with my tongue! But then again, it's already bad enough having "sand everywhere" to not to have to include on my tongue.
Leave a comment. When's the last time you visited the beach, went someone where cool, or volunteered? Do you want to know more about me through these kinds of posts or should I keep it to only Story games related posts? I also have interviews with some interesting forum members and Story games players. Is that something you'd like to read?
Today, I went with my family to Galveston, Texas, to pick up trash for Adopt a Beach organized by my father's company, Nexon. After breakfast of some fresh fruit and cereal bars (no milk! only OJ and apple juice), all the volunteers shimmied into the "trash picking gear": sunscreen, black rubber gloves, gray Nexon-logo'd visor, and a trash picker tool. Everyone was already pre-set wearing a teal volunteer shirt, with a turtle on the front and the Nexon logo on the back. Carrying red buckets and light green plastic trash bags, we set off to the beach, a short trip down a sandy path.
It had rained recently so the beach was covered with seaweed. One of the park rangers (we were inside Galveston's park) had briefed us, informing us that turning over the seaweed may uncover debris trapped underneath. So with great enthusiasm, my family and I started searching. Right away, my sister found a toy soldier. There was also going to be a contest later of the most unusual thing found. (We entered the soldier and lost third place to a chair leg...) From here, there's not much else to cover. The rest of the pick up was boring. My "trash" they meant partial bits and pieces and by materials they meant "plastic." My mother was tasked to be our record keeping since they wanted to know what types of materials we found. Tally at the end: Too many plastic pieces to count, two cigarette butts, two pieces of man-made wood (yes, not branches), five rubber bits, and an "other" we couldn't identify.
Well my favorite part was after a lunch of sandwiches, chips, soda, and cookies (from each major food group, very balanced like Garfield would say) when my family and I went to a more sandy (read, less seaweed-y) beach and just played in the waves and watched clams. Call me a little too curious or easily entertained, but my sister and I dug up clams (I'm surprised how close to the surface they are) and watched them burrow. I learned: Too far from the beach and they almost lay stationary, but too close and they get washed away with the tide and can't be observed for long. At just the right area, when a bit of water washes over them, they stick their tongue out and start "digging" into the sand. Slightly weird watching these "inanimate" objects move without hands deeper into the sand. Makes me feel like I'm slacking off with my tongue! But then again, it's already bad enough having "sand everywhere" to not to have to include on my tongue.
Leave a comment. When's the last time you visited the beach, went someone where cool, or volunteered? Do you want to know more about me through these kinds of posts or should I keep it to only Story games related posts? I also have interviews with some interesting forum members and Story games players. Is that something you'd like to read?
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