March 20, 2007
sea hooky

Today I played hooky and took Leia to the beach. Midweek no less!
We had a lovely time swimming, making sandcastles, people watching. All the joys.
It got me thinking about my previous life. You know the one. Before Husband and Before Kids.
So here’s a few things I remembered.
When I was 15 a friend introduced me to Perth’s nudist beach, Swanbourne. I was hooked.
I cut a pair of black dance leotards in half so I could wear the bottom part only.
I used to catch a bus, then a train, then walk 20 minutes to get there.
During the holidays we would do this twice a day for two weeks.
One of the nastiest things you can do to your body is get sunburnt boobs.
Swanbourne was a real community. With many parties and good people.
Any perverts at the beach were quickly dispatched of by the more senior and male members of the community.
You HAD to wear a sarong on Sunday and use the phrase ‘So-rong!’ when saying goodbye to someone. (It was truly funny every time).
I used to also swim at North Cottesloe Beach and dive off the rocks.
Swanbourne is an unofficial nudist beach, but tolerated because it is Army land. Cool huh?
We used to cover ourselves in Coconut Reef Oil and see how many bodies we could pile onto a large airmattress floating in deep water (I remember around 14 bodies).
I don’t remember gawking when playing nude volleyball.
I do remember swimming out to yachts that were anchored just off shore and climbing onto said yachts with other Swanies. (Yes, I imagine they thought they were in heaven).
There was always an annual Beach Olympics. Real sporting comps and a best bum competition (no I never entered the bum comp).
Strangely my parents didn’t seem concerned about my nude beach going.
By the time I went to Uni I was too busy working and studying to go to the beach. My tan has never been the same since.
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