2004-03-29, 12:33 a.m.
My dad and I are standing on the pier, looking out at the ocean. The sun is shining, birds are flying over head. People around us are fishing straight off the pier. There are families, children with ice cream cones, teenangers in tank tops laughing, basking in the sun.
It's a beautiful day. My dad is talking with me about how he use to fish with his sister. We are laughing. I should be happy. He takes a penny from his pocket and flips it into the ocean.
"Make a wish", He says to me, smiling.
"Okay", I smile back at him.
Inside my head, I wish someone would push me off the pier.