So fun, in the August sun..

Well, the goodbyes have started. Sunday is my last day at Southpoint.

I was thinking about White Rock and how much I used to love hanging out here when I was a kid. Then I realized that I really only like it in the summer. In fact, the only day I even spent time at the beach (other than standing outside the OB or Charlie's drunk) was the day I took this picture. It was in September when it was still gorgeous and hot out everyday and Ryan and I went for a walk on the beach and ate gelato and talked about jumping off of the pier. That day reminded me of when I used to go to the beach with my friends and we'd bum around there for lack of anything better to do. Tan, wish we had money for fish and chips and maybe even skimboard a little if we were lucky to run into some nice boys who were willing to let us try theirs out. Sometimes we'd sneak booze into water bottles or smoke pot under the pier if the tide was out.

The kids in this picture remind me of a different time when I used to go to White Rock. When I was really young and my parents would take us there sometimes. It was always a big deal because we never really did much as a family. I would ride on my dad's shoulders all day and spent most of it with ice cream dripping down my face. I would climb up on the rock and then stay up there until I could finally admit I couldn't get down and my dad would help me and my mom would laugh because she told me that would happen. I always did it anyway though, if my big brother was climbing up the rock I was going up the rock. If my big brother could eat a whole banana split I could eat a whole banana split, and so on..