I still remember how the ocean breeze gently brushed against my face, the salty air lingering all around me. The waves sang to me like a sweet lullaby, the sunlight spilled across the sea like fresh strokes on an oil painting. Children's laughter drifted across the open field. Kites danced against the blue canvas of the sky, as children ran barefoot through the grass, chasing invisible winds and lifting their colourful paper birds higher into the sky. A family knelt in the wet sand, buckets in hand. This damp strip of shoreline was not merely a beach; it was a shoreline where children's kingdoms rose, each destined to last only until evening. When the tide finally crept in, the vast empire slowly dissolved, its proud walls surrendering to the sea until all that remained was a memory. I longed to be there, lost beneath the golden-hour sky, anchored by nothing more than the gentle rhythm of the waves and the quiet kindness of the breeze. There was once a time when I desperately w...