It was love at first site, the day I met the beach…

So when I tell people I’ve been going to the beach my whole life, I literally mean my WHOLE life.

The memory that I have is that we went to the beach 3 times each summer, Memorial Day weekend, one week in the summer and Labor Day weekend.   I was born April 12, 1975 so it’s quite possible my mother was at the beach with me in her belly that summer before!

The following images are of my first visit to the beach in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware as a baby.

Me, my mother and sister

Me and my 2nd cousin Diana

(when I found this image it said that I was 7 months old)

My sister, grandmother and me

Me on the beach

(I think I’m 2 or 3 here?)

Next week I’ll start diving in a little bit more about the actual memories that the beach invokes with me along with more photos that tell the story. Stay tuned…