"When I was about 6 or so my brother, cousins, and I convinced my dad to take us to the beach on a hot rainy day (Veracruz weather can be like that). He agreed to take us and told us to grab our things and get in his car. When we got to the beach we all realized that not a single one of us had brought swimsuits or towels. Instead of getting mad or frustrated, my dad told us to go into the water, clothes and all. We drove back home that night with pockets full of sand and my dad’s car smelled a bit funky for weeks after the fact.”