What is it about the beach that makes people happy? I don't know but when I lived in Hawaii I never ran into someone I didn't like. I find a day spent on the beach to be a day well worth living. I lived on huki- lau beach in the infamous ninja house. Every morning I would sit on the sand and eat raisin bran. I would then hop on my wal- mart skateboard and head to my hula class and as I rode down kam hwy, I would sing and count my blessings. I don't sing or count my blessings as much as I did when I lived on the beach- why is that?