Having a friend who lives on the beach is a plus at any age. She was my most eclectic friend at the time – with the greatest knowledge of music, who dressed in the most colourfully embroidered clothes, and the first one of us who burned incense in her room. Her family could have been described as hippies; I just thought they were cooler than mine.
That beach was our oasis from reality. A place where she introduced us to sounds we’d never heard, where we practiced our cartwheels, and where we spied on the neighbour’s handsome sons.
We would row out as far as we dared in her grandfather’s boat with our mini ghetto blaster, and precariously dance to this song without falling out into the dark waters in one last splash.