“Pick up yer trash!” Comes from a phrase a little boy shouted on the beaches of Puerto Rico. I was vacationing, but needed a break for a little bit to gather my thoughts and so I decided to take a walk alone. At some point I noticed there were interesting pieces of trash on the beach - sunglasses that were left behind and even a menu from one of the restaurants. Out of curiosity, I decided to grab a bag and pick as much up as I could. It was meditative and personal to me, and I was having fun digging little pieces out of the sand. One dad and his son kept watching me, confused and maybe even slightly amused that this random teenager was fascinated by the type of trash on the beach. After a few minutes, his kid walked up to me and asked what I was doing. I said that turtles don’t like plastic, and it can hurt their bellies. And that it was kind of fun to me. The kid ran back to his dad and I kept walking. On my way back, I saw the kid with a sand pail, running around telling everyone to “pick up yer trash!” He ran up to me with his pail and dumped what he had found in my trash bag. “For the turtles.”