Remembering the beach ball

Oh how well I remember my favourite beach ball! He was a colored beach ball; bright red, yellow, orange, green, and blue. Each time I went to play with him, I had to blow air into him. He was made out of some sort of plastic fabric.

I took such good care of him. I even placed him at the foot of my bed after playing with him and I was always so protective of him. I never wanted to let anyone else play with him and I always had to know his whereabouts.

As a blind child, my beach ball was one of my best friends and truth be told, I went through several beach balls while growing up. You see, each time one of those treasured balls punctured, my parents would go out and buy me another and they did it as quickly as possible. I welcomed each ball with the same love and friendship and each of them brought me such great joy.

Dad would play with me and my beach ball on the beach or in the sea and sometimes my brothers would sneak it away from me and play with it as well. That was just fine as long as they eventually brought it back to me. Ah yes, memories of my beloved beach ball!

I'm Donna J. Jodhan, your friendly accessibility advocate, wishing you a terrific day and urging you to go out there and share my memories with others. Visit me at www.sterlingcreations.ca.