As you may or may not know, I grew up in Virginia Beach. At various times in my beach life I lived a stones throw from the ocean front, or as far away as you can possibly get & still be in the city of Va Beach. Living so close to the ocean, you would think we would have gone all the time. Once a week at least in the summer, right? No. We went once or twice a year, tops. So, I remember each time pretty clearly. Once when we had gone all the way out to sandbridge, which is a beach that is a little more remote and definitely off the pavement "strip", I had one of those life changing moments. No, I didn't join a religion or meet prince charming, I was a young 8 and I learned to question everything, even if the sign says not to....
The sign that I read was, "No Thongs Allowed". Well, that didn't make any sense at all. No thongs? Even at the age of 8 I could see the benefit of having Thongs on the beach. That is insane. Why would they ban Thongs? They're cheap. Everyone likes thongs. Now, I didn't push the Thong question with my parents, because when I started to ask about it, my mother was definitely in favor of the No Thong Rule. I could see that my question made her a little angry. I figured She was probably angry at my father's new wife, who "probably even wore Thongs around" me. I thought I heard her say something like that, but again, I could see that we were going to get kicked off the beach. As we walked toward the life guard stand I started to really worry. My mother & her husband seemed unconcerned, but I could see that we were in serious violation. Everyone in our family had them on... our feet.
I don't know why I thought of that today, maybe it was a 4th of July memory, or maybe it's because I caught a glimpse of something I wish i hadn't seen in the mirror this morning!