In 1986, when I was 12 years old, our family went on vacation to North Myrtle Beach in South Carolina. We had a place right on the shore and it was nice to be able to walk out if the back door and just take the stairs down to the beach.
On the third day of our vacation I met a couple of boys – one of whom I thought was very cute – and we played in the water together. This is where my troubles started. I had been told to be home by 11.45 so I was in good time to wash up for lunch.