What am I thinking?

Dear World,

I had a great day today. I love these kind of days. Mom takes me to the beach. I chase and retrieve my tennis ball in the waves. Then what after seems about 5 minutes (my mom tells me it has been 45), we do what she likes. We take a walk on the beach about a mile to a park overlooking the ocean. She picks the bench and we sit on it and gaze out onto the water. Not sure what she thinks about. A lot of time she asks me what I am thinking about. So I guess she is thinking about what I am thinking about while I think about what she thinks about. Seems a bit silly. I wish I could just talk sometimes.

Love always,
Bear