The summer memories, like all other memories, would soon blur together in my head. In those times, we simply were having fun, laughing together, rollerblading across the beach coast, enjoying barbecues and surfing the waves. Christia and I at one point even decided, why for pack any other clothing than just the bikinis we wore, with maybe some panties for sleeping in. It made for a more funny road trip, crusing there and back, and I think I even flashed at a few truck drivers that year. It was Kylie's genius to hire a professional photographer, like, a really legit one and not some friend of hers who just so happened to have a camera. So for 1982, all the photos were super high quality, and the colors were so much more vibrant, with better lighting and framing. Every year after had that same formula, and we joked about the photos we had, stating that some photos were before hiring, and after hiring a photographer. To think I almost forgot we even had these photos developed, and they were here all on their own in the attic. At least they weren't so terribly ruined by time and moths, thankfully. I knew I had to call the other girls up, and meet to chat with them about these photos once more. Time to reminisce.
