Surf Divas – The Girls Curl Surf in California
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If everybody had an ocean across USA/ Then everybody'd be surfin' like California/ All over La Jolla at Wiamea Bay/ Everybody's gone surfin- Surfin' USA/
I pushed hard on large button of my ghetto blaster as it clunked cassette tape on to my beach motif bed comforter. It was year 1983 and I was decked out in hand-sewn, self-designed shirt and jams imprinted with palm trees and surfboards. Funny, now that I think about it but I had used same fabric for bedding and my clothes. So it was hard to know where I began and where bed ended. Wow! Was I tacky or what? Talented but tacky!
Being a natural born artist and dreamer, my creations expressed my deep longing to live anywhere, just anywhere in world but Small Town, USA. Landlocked forever with not a wave of water in sight. As far from ocean as you could possibly get in a small, no, minute; scratch that, molecular town with a population of 800 and decreasing. Known for its chicken farms, chicken processing plants, and prized dog food plant.
No, I'm not knocking my hometown; it's just that I had bigger aspirations. Reading books and writing in journals took me to faraway places with so many adventures but reality kept me landlocked. I wasn't happy with just idea of graduating from high school, marrying a local boy, and raising children and chickens. I wanted so much more out of life.
Growing up in a small town and on a farm taught me many valuable skills and provided wonderful childhood memories and I wouldn't trade these for world. But as Beach Boys crooned out to Bar-bar-bar-bar-bar-Barbara Ann, I gazed up at fake palm trees hanging overhead and dreamed once again of being a surfer girl in California sun.
Now twenty-one years later, I'm totally stoked about heading out to southern California to catch a wave and soon I'll be sittin' on top of world, as lyrics of another song go!
"Dude, water's soooo totally hot today!" Some bushy, bushy blonde hairdo-ed surfer tells me as if I were a local or something. It's 6:30 in morning and he's already finished surfing. What? Do people just get up and hit waves before they go to work? Do they even go to work?