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Monday, February 8, 2010
Memories on Monday - Those Were The Days
My 2nd boyfriend (and first husband and father of my eldest daughter) was a surfer. The whole nine yards - shaggy long blonde hair, blue eyes, station-wagon with boards on the top - every spare moment was spent chasing the waves with me in tow and quite often a few friends as well. I loved the carefree way we just got in the car and went wherever the waves were.
This pic is of me, aged 16 - (eating an orange), our friend Peta rugged up in her boyfriend's jacket and my hubby's cousin Graham (peeling an orange). It was taken on the beach somewhere in the SW on a beautiful winter's day. We just got up early one morning and drove south (3 1/2 hours) to surf, and then back the same day.
Those were the days my friends, those were the days. The days before responsibility became a part of my life, one day I might just do it again, who knows - stranger things have happened.