It was a calm, warm Summer day. I was age five, ... and I had never been to the Ocean before. My mum showed me little tiny, baby crabs walking on the wet sand at the water's edge, I stopped and watched the baby crabs for a long time. My dad walked out into the gentle waves up to his shoulders; he was holding my little sister in one arm, & me in his other arm. After a while, my dad set me down in the shallower water so I could try to walk back in towards the beach and the Lighthouse. Suddenly, to my great surprise, a small breaking wave crashed over my shoulders from behind; the next thing I knew, my face was being pushed into the small gravel under the water, and Seawater was flooding into my nose, sinuses, and down my throat. When I stood up to exit the water, my Mum on the dry sand was laughing, but I wasn't. In later years, the very loud Lighthouse fog-horn and its rotating elevated Light would guide us back to Galilee, RI from summer journeys over the water from the Cape Cod area. We were always grateful for the presence of this USCG Lighthouse.❤️