Today when I again sat on my favourite rock and sunned myself on our local beach I thought about all the memories in my life I have tied to the beach. I remembered being a child and competing with my brother on who could stand on their hands the longest, who could swim under water the longest, who could hold their breath….playing Marco Polo in the water and having lots of fun.
As I got a bit older there was my Dad’s boat and waterskiing. I remember being so sore after waterskiing for the first time of the year, but not being able to wait till the next day to do it again! Swimming across the little bay where we had our summer house, and of course checking out the boys – while they were checking out us. I remember the summer I suddenly had breasts and got my bikini “banned” hehehe because my parents weren’t ready for the sudden developments! On the beach today I saw 2 teenage girls swimming out to the floating dock to get the best position to show themselves for the boys and check out the boys on the pier. I thought, ah ha, I know what they are doing, I remember doing that with my girlfriends too.
Then I saw some small children playing in the sand with buckets and I remembered being a young mother with my two sons. Taking them to the beach and watching them like a lioness while they played in the sand and the water. Now my boys are almost grown…well okay one is 20 and the other is 16. They don’t go swimming with me as much anymore. They still go to the beach of course but now it is with friends, checking out the girls in their bikinis…ah the circle of life.
Being on the beach still keeps me feeling young though. I don’t feel a day over sixteen when I am lying on the sand, or floating on the waves in the cool water. Its kind of a constant in life, it doesn’t change and it’s always there every summer…I just have to put on my bikini and go.