Holidays past to me, listeners, has one resonating factor - I'd always fall in love. In our month away with mum and dad beautiful wahinis with long dark hair would pass me on the beach front and I'd fall instantly, remembering that at this time I still had no reason to shave and we'd be staying at auntie's place near the beach. I'd be mesmerised by one girl and our hands would touch while swimmming but I was too nervous to say anything, but that night I'd see her at the surf club dance where they bathed everyone in the light that could see through white clothing - that made me fall in love dozens of times a night - and maybe I'd ask her for a dance before dad picked me up at 11pm. Ah, for those naive, wonderful and beautiful summer days boys and girls.
