It was the summer of 1963, and as a 10-year-old, I couldn’t wait to go to Beach Haven for an entire month. School had been full of teasing and bullies, home life was tense, and a respite for everyone was in order.
It was the summer of 1963, and as a 10-year-old, I couldn't wait to go to Beach Haven for an entire month.
Ah, the beach every day, just swim and relax, the salt water, sand, and sun healthy for the skin. No one cared how I looked. Endless card and Monopoly games in the tiny cottage without the distraction of television. Good fatigue from exercise and play, and then sleep hard every night in the cot-like bed, with all good dreams.
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