When I was a child I kind of liked it. Then when I realized we were slaves who were forced to live there I liked it less.

Then one day I figured out that I don't like sand. It's coarse, rough, and irritating. And it gets everywhere.

Then I killed a village of sand people. That gave me some new fond memories of it.

Now sometimes I like to hang out at the beach and think of that hilarious time I slaughtered that village.