The year was 1984 and it was Senior Beach Day. We drove over the hill from San Jose and it was a beautiful day. My teenage friends and I hit the beach, listening to Duran Duran and soaking up the sun.
I fondly remember the smell of candy apples and hot dog aromas floating through the air.
We decided to get on the Giant Dipper for a wild ride. To my amazement my bikini top came unravled and unbeknownst to me it came undone and flew off. The guys were laughing their heads off and I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry but thank goodness someone had a tee shirt.