She never understands how other people’s sandcastles turn out perfect. She’s careful not to build too close to the water, to sculpt her design with cups and shovels. But hers always look juvenile, nothing like the ones in photographs. And when she tries to collaborate, it’s even worse - other kids just want to have fun, they don’t care that their work isn’t perfect, or whether the waves sweep it away before they’re done. Eventually, she gets so frustrated that she gives up on them entirely, spending her beach days with a trashy novel rather than playing in the sand.