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With spring soon moving on to summer, many of us may remember going to the beach as teenagers or adults. I always loved the beach. This morning I woke up with an ear-worm (Part of a song in your brain). And with it came a flood of memories from a delightful beach trip that I was on with my parents, sisters and brother, when I was about fifteen yeats old, when I was a teenager.

I had traveled with my parents and siblings to Daytona Beach, Florida. Since our lodging was a travel trailer, we settled our trailer in for a few nights at a campground close to the beach. My younger sister and I somehow met two teenage boys. We were all awkward teenagers who just wanted to try surfing like we saw “Gidget” do on TV.

Our parents gave my sister and I some money to pay our share of half the rental of a surf board with the two guys. Neither my sister nor I ever quite got the hang of surfing, but we had fun trying. We were quite naive and trusting but these two guys were always polite. I guess they knew our parents were watching over us from the trailer windows (?) or outside near the trailer.]

That evening, near our parents’ trailer, the guys made a campfire. Phil, the one I had the crush on was 17. He brought his guitar out and we sang around the campfire. Since our family loved to sing, I think our parents and siblings also joined us. We sang the song, “We’ll Sing in the Sunshine.” Regardless of their presence I clearly remember being so “in love” that night and probably for a month later at least.

The song was: “We’ll Sing in the Sunshine”

(Link below.  https://youtu.be/6xOOFDQOqDg?si=23KM0bTXgqrDLOci

“We’ll Sing in the Sunshine”

Funny thing is we never even touched each other, kissed or anything. But he had strawberry blond/red hair, could surf some, sing, and played the guitar. What more could a teen-aged, hormonal girl possibly want in a guy?

This song made me even more “in love” with him. Even though I had the biggest hormonal crush on him, I never saw him again. For some reason, we never exchanged phone numbers or addresses. I think his parents pulled out of the campground early the next morning. Probably better though.

On the way home the next day, I worried when I remembered that he was turning 18 soon and would be eligible for the draft and could get drafted and might have to fight in the Vietnam war! I cried just thinking about it.

It was all so sweetly, goofily, romantic and so like Gidget!

Then I met my future husband in the ninth grade. He played the drums and played the guitar some too. Seven years later he became my husband. We were married for 36 years until he died young at 58. We had many good and bad times. In spite of the hard times, he and I have one biological son.

Because of this son, I later formally adopted his friend who had lost both of his parents through illnesses. Both of my sons married wonderful, intelligent women.  Because of my sons, I have two wonderful daughters. The wife of my first son has a golden retriever. My second son married another wonderful daughter and they have a vegetable garden and three kids (two boys and one girl.)

So I had to share that song for all of you who had beach romances. Share your stories if you want to. They are what partly made us who we are, and sometimes led us to whom we married later. The fall after this trip, I met my future husband: a tall, red haired guy, who was my first date.

“All’s well that ends well.”  -William Shakespeare