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Originally Posted by Anya/Georgia
Saw HD post about Ocean City, MD. The summer I was turning 17, was the first time my parents gave me any freedom whatsoever. A group of my HS GF's & I used to drive like bats out of hell as soon as we could get away each Friday to drive to the shore. We lived in Silver Spring and would make it there in just a couple of hours, driving 70+ miles an hour (bad, bad teens). In NJ & MD we called it the shore ( in CA they just call it going to the beach).
We used to pack all 6 of us in a room to keep it cheap. I remember the great big, long boardwalk, those fabulous, soft but a little crispy, French fries that we would drown in malt vinegar (the only fries I have ever done that with), the hours we would spend trying to outdo each other in how tan (now getting a couple of spots lasered because of that!) we would get, oh that was fun! I must go back sometime to see if those fries taste the same!
Sorry for this derailing of thread- just brought up some great beach memories!
Have a great Monday everyone!!
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great memories Anya. My parents started out taking us on day trips to Ocean City, MD. My Mom would pack a cooler full of sandwiches and soda and we would play in the Ocean and eat lunch on the beach. Not long after that my parents started renting rooms on the boardwalk. I guess the 2-3 hour drive got to be a bit much for day trips. In 1976 (i was 10) i won a stuffed Uncle Sam that was almost as big as me. I think it was the ping pong balls in the jars game. On the way back to our room, my Dad had quite a few people asking to buy it. I know i must have had a huge smile as i lugged that thing down the boardwalk. Those were great times. Everytime we hit the Bay Bridge i would ask, "Are we there?". I guess seeing that large body of water meant we were "down the Ocean".
