Monday, March 8, 2010

Beach Town

Growing up in a resort town I identified with beach movies as a child. Maybe it is one reason why I hated to see the end of my teens. I had already achieved my childhood aspirations. We really did hang around the beach all day and night during the summers. I worked at the tuck shop on the beach, participated in the complex relationship dance of local kids, tourist kids and life guards, and our main gathering spot was the dance hall on the beach. My most keenly remembered teenage angst was that my fair freckly skin would not tan.

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