There is no season that makes me reminisce the way summer does–not winter with its Christmas or spring with its…well, nothing really . Maybe because I grew up in Huntington Beach, summer always brings back memories of being a kid. Back then, Huntington Beach was still a small beach town and just a suburb of Los Angeles. My house was surrounded by strawberry fields, a ditch, and a drive in movie.
My friends and I would–as predicted in our yearbook inscriptions–spend the whole summer at the beach. One of our moms would drop us off in the morning with $5 for strips from Jack’s and an Orange Crush and wouldn’t pick us up until late in the afternoon when we were shivering, exhausted our feet still covered with sand–but utterly happy.
I don’t live in HB anymore, but I find myself there all the time. I take my kids to the beach there. I go to Surf City Nights. I walk through downtown and point out to my husband the places where the landmarks of my childhood used to stand. “This is where The Golden Bear used to be,” pointing to the big pink and teal condo complex, and “This used to be Safari Sam’s,” as we walk by the Surf Museum. “Remember when Duke’s used to be Maxwell’s?” I ask my mom over dinner. I can still see them standing there even though they are long gone.
I love HB. It will always be “home” to me no matter where I live.
I told you summer makes me reminisce. Here are some other things I’ve done this week:
My photo for Orange County Daily Photo is from the Huntington Beach Pier. I suspect it might be only a picture an OC native would appreciate.
I posted on my blog at The Orange County Register this story about my first job in at KFC in Huntington Beach. (Which included ‘the biscuit story.’)
I got it bad.
Photo above by me