Little Boy's Beach

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Little boy’s Beach​

I...I am a small boy.
My name is Archie. Archibald Cannon.
I...can’t quite remember how old I am but mummy said I didn’t need to know.
I live in a place not far from Liverpool called Blundellsands.

Sometimes Dad takes me down to the beach to play in the sand with my pet dog whose name is Mack.
She’s a lovely black Labrador who likes to play with a Stick.
I throw it at the water as the tide is coming in.
She always runs after it. She always brings it back.
She’s a good dog that makes me laugh.

One Saturday, Daddy took me to the beach and there were an army of men standing there.
They stood still and they were like stone.
Mack didn’t know quite what to make of it.
I touched one of them once. They seemed cold and hard.
And I, didn’t like the way their willies were stuck out.
They were all naked.
But they all looked the same.
There were so many I couldn’t not count them all.
Standing there and not moving.
It wasn’t fun that day for me and my pet dog.
Why had they changed my beach?
I asked mummy why those men were stood there on the sand.
She never gave me an answer.

Daddy stopped taking me to there after that day.

He sometimes gets very angry.
I don’t quite know why but he always sends me to my room.
I always feel afraid when he’s like that.
I sit there, in the corner of the room.
With my knees to my face and my, my hands over my ears.
I hear mummy and dad arguing. I don’t quite know why.
It always makes me shiver.
I...I don’t like being afraid.