I miss not having hair on my back.
I miss not snoring.
I miss sex.
I miss being able to do anything I want when I want.
I miss catching the 6.00 am train on Sundays from Sutherland to Cronulla so we could surf all day.
I miss buying half a loaf of bread, $1.00 of chips and a pint of milk to eat after we had surfed all day.
I miss being yelled at by Ralph Rotten at Cronulla Point.
I miss the epic cyclone swell of 1972 that had The Pont at 12' to 15' and Shark Island at 18' plus.
I miss Steve Rogers.
I miss the lizard lady at South Cronulla.
I miss Green Island and Bawley Point.
I miss the wild stuff that grew in The Royal National Park.
I miss Fiona McDonald.
I miss the logs at Elouera.
I miss the topless chicks that sun baked near the logs.
I miss running away from the gay nudists at Geeenhills.
I miss the energy we had then.
I miss hitch hiking out of Cronulla and pushing my mate into the car first when I picked up that the driver was a queer.
I miss my old girls 1966 VW Beetle.
I miss jumping off the ferry on the way to Bundeena so we didn't have to paddle all the way across to surf The Bay.
I miss Marsala and coke at Cronulla Wine Bar.
I miss Max Garlings Surf shop.
In fact I miss lots of stuff, but the good thing is that there are heaps of great things now.
Cheers lads.
ET.