Skating, dancing, running, walking, casually strolling, people making their way across the pristine sand beaches from Venice to Santa Monica’s Pier and back. I notice myself picking up the pace as soon as I spot the Pacific Park’s ferris wheel and I go back to being a child all over again. The sound of the West Coaster hitting the rails at 35 mph with the crashing waves of the Pacific Ocean in the back, a feast for the senses, a treat for the inner child. A short ride for the soul and we were on our way back to corny Venice Beach for the mandatory stop at the skate park for the forever young at heart.