Remember when summers were about blistering hot sun and the holidays seemed to last forever.
The beaches were full of screaming kids and fat women who showed too much skin and when they dried themselves off with their towel they made big jubbly ripples of fat and sent sand flying everywhere...

...but you didn't care because you were down at the beach to look cool in your new sunglasses from a chicks clothing store and drink beer from a chiily bin 'coz you'd found the only beach in driving distance that didn't have a drinking ban til 6 o'clock and you were wishing you didn't wear your jeans to the beach...

...but that was the least of your worries while you discussed the irony of No-Ad ™ sunblock which was an ad in itself with your intellectual mates and played with kids sand toys and sifted out some cool shells that were the same colour as your neighbour's roof...

...But what you really wished was that you didn't wear such a silly hat, which you found at a party somewhere and thought it might give you a cool indie look but all it was doing was turning your head into a sauna and itching because it was made from synthetic fabric but at least you were the only one of your mates smart enough to wear shorts.
You were there and so was Auntie Peach, keepin' it real since ages ago.