The first time we met was when we were eight. You came to your Grandpa's place who was our neighbour for summer. We both were on the beach, frolicking on the warm sand.
I built a sandcastle with much efforts, but it got washed away by the waves. You were so mad that you threw stones and kicked the waves as I went home crying.
The next day when I came, I saw a small hill of sand. You didn't know to build a sandcastle, so you had done that to cheer me up. The moment I saw the hill, it got washed away by the waves. You were so scared that I would cry again, but I didn't cry, I smiled in awe.
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