Every one in Blogland who lives in CA is talking about the heat. How well I remember growing up in Southern CA, being in school when it was a perfect beach day. Our beach of choice was Zuma beach. It was where all the cool kids hung out or at least the ones who thought they were cool. It was about an hour drive from Burbank, where I grew up. It had a deep sandy beach and there was plenty of room for everyone.
When we were young and went with our parents, we loved to run up to the waves and run back as fast as we could. Mom would always make serious picnic food instead of the quick stuff we wanted to eat fast so we could get back to our running and shouting.
The photo above was taken at Zuma when I was about 14 or 15. I am there with my brother. The photo is proof that he took me although I can't imagine that it was cool to take your younger sister to the beach. I was in high school during the 60s surfer era. The guys had station wagons with the wood panels nicknamed "Woodys". The surfer dudes bleached their hair out and said stuff like "Surf's Up" and wore longish Hawaiian shirts and shorts. The Beach Boys ruled the airwaves as did Jan and Dean. Not everyone surfed but everyone dressed and talked as though they did. Those were the days, my friend. We thought they'd never end, etc, etc.