During my early teenage years, I was a surfer girl. On the weekends, my friends and I would pile into an old beat up station wagon and drive down to Galveston, Texas. Ginger’s older brother was our driver and guardian. Those were fun and care-free times with little adult supervision. My favorite recollection of those days was my two piece baby doll swimsuit. It was a brilliant white eyelet lace that stood out against my dark tanned skin. We would surf all day, eat junk food, and at night, fight for space in the car to sleep. On Sunday when the sun was beginning to set, we would pack up and leave, sleeping the whole way home.
hot sun tanned bodies
Beach Boys playing on the radio
catching every wave
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1710 Beach Party