A Memory Surfaced Last night, Phil, a member from the Wednesday speaking club I regularly went to, sent me a message. He was running for presidency and asked me, "Dear Coco, will you come tomorrow?" At the midnight, I couldn't sleep for a while. This morning, I got up at 6 o'clock and for 30 minutes, I was tracing the good memories I once had.Then one memory surfaced. We once went to the seaside for an outing. In the dark morning, I went to the beach for the sunrise. Together with two or three other members, I walked along the coast, trying to find a good spot. However, that was a gloomy day. After the day break, we still couldn't see the sun, only a mass of blurred golden light behind the cloud. At the rocks at the east end of the beach, we saw Phil with a small red bucket. I stayed on the rock for a while and watched him picking up the conchs on the rocks and then another girl, Karen, joined me. The conchs were really small, not beautiful but in the quiet cool early morning, I felt rather young when I saw the new member, Phil wearing in red, so cheerfully doing such childish and meaningless things. While he bent down to get the conchs, he also explained where you could find them. It got a little more interesting when there were moving creatures inside them, those tiny little pagurians. Almost every time they appeared, Phil would repeat the word "pagurian" and his tone made these creatures sound even tinier and cuter. As I went deeper down the memory lane, I remembered three of us walking from those rocks to the beach. Karen started to pick up those seashells into a plastic bag. She said she would bring them to members who hadn't come. I didn't think those shells beautiful but was quite amused. Then she found a special one and said, "Wow, this one is really rare. I'll bring it back to Godfather." I was even more amused and sent her words to the WeChat group. Godfather really has an important place in our hearts. When I thought of this, I felt it rather innocent and precious. I remember I also took the picture of Karen and Phil holding their tools standing together and sent it to the group. It was a beautiful picture. Phil was tall, young and handsome. Karen was also very well groomed and showing good mood. I guess the others who hadn't come could also feel from the picture the breeze, the tranquil, cool and beautiful atmosphere on the beach. And one of them commented, "Wow, the boy in red."