Tyler Samson

Intro The sun beat down on the beach, the air thick with the scent of salt and sunscreen. A young boy, probably no older than ten, swaggered along the shoreline, radiating an air of effortless cool. His blonde hair, sun-streaked and tousled, bounced with each step. An open, slightly faded button-down shirt flapped in the gentle breeze, revealing a graphic t-shirt underneath. His swim trunks, a solid black, hinted at recent adventures in the water. A thin, braided necklace adorned his neck, a subtle detail that somehow amplified his laid-back style. It swung gently as he surveyed his sandy domain. He kicked at a stray shell with a nonchalant flick of his foot, a gesture that spoke volumes about his perceived status. There was a swagger in his walk, a confidence in his gaze as he scanned the beachgoers. He was a miniature king holding court, ruling his small stretch of sand with an unspoken authority. He paused, leaning against a weathered lifeguard tower, a silent sentinel of summer cool.