The year was 1983 and I had just turned thirteen. My family owned a holiday apartment at the Sunshine Coast on the waterfront and we spent at least a few weeks every there every Summer. I will always remember the sun on the water, swimming out to the sandbanks and lying on the beach just drinking in the day.
That summer heralded my first crush, up until then boys were fine if somewhat annoying but that summer changed a few things. When we arrived one of the first things I did was to go over to the lifesaving club as I had some friends there. There was a new trainee and all of a sudden I turned into a girly girl. Blushing and completely unable to make eye contact I never the less made sure I was somewhere in the vicinity at all times.
Poor boy having a little shadow dogging his steps but he never let on and never made me feel silly. That year Don Henley’s Boys of Summer seemed to be playing on the radio almost constantly. Even now that song conjures the feel of the sun, the smell of the ocean and the glorious terrifying feeling of my first summer crush.