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Where were you in
78? - Stories
Here
at Saltwater
we are celebrating our 30 year Anniversary, and we
want to share it with you.
Send us
your best story, photo or adventure tale from 1978, and
we’ll feature the classics in our gallery section.
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was summer 1978. My father had packed us all up to go
camping. We had a trailer with everything we'd need for
a couple of weeks holiday. The days back then
seemed to always be sunny and I remember the feeling of
excitement, freedom and and anticipation of the fun that
lay ahead as Dad drove for what seemed hours heading
north...
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| I
was only four years old in ’78 so I was not really sure
what the surf was or how to ride it but my older brother
thought he knew the tricks. He had an old single
stringer 6’7 pintail single fin that I think belonged to
a mate, of a mate, of a mate but ended up becoming his.
Anyway as the story goes, he and a couple of mates were
making their way from Opotiki to Whangamata for a bit of
a weekend away “surfing”...
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“I really don’t know
why it is that all of us are so committed to the sea,
except I think it is because in addition to the fact
that the sea changes and the light changes , and ships
change, it is because we all came from the sea. And it
is an interesting biological fact that all of us have,
in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our
blood that exists in the ocean"...
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We’d never been in a tram
before. But Mum & Dad thought it would be a good idea if
my two younger brothers and I experienced how our
parents got around on public transport. So, in 1962 Dad
jacked it up with that most formidable of real estate
agents, Mrs Iremonger, and we travelled to Whangamata in
our FB two-tone blue Holden station wagon for our very
first holiday there....
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| Well, I'm also hitting thirty
this year as it turns out, and in my time I have learnt one
thing, and that is that Life is about each and every moment
and what you do with it that makes up a lifetime. This story
is about a few moments that did just that....
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