As a child I sat on the beach blanket beneath these trees with Mom, Dad and the brothers, snacking on soda crackers and trying not to let the sand get on my coke can.
As a teenager I worked my first job hauling diving gear beneath these trees, then on days off dove on the nearby submarine canyon to take photographs of fish, squid and sharks.
As a college student I would drive my '64 VW van down from the campus on the cliffs above and take naps between classes in the park beneath these trees.
Now I take the family to the beach beneath these trees - but only once every few years when visiting home. And while there I try to tell the daughters not too many stories of growing up beneath these trees.
steve
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