I was 17 before I saw the ocean for the first time. It was the summer before my senior year of high school and my grandfather took us on a holiday to Emerald Isle, North Carolina. I. was. smitten. I loved the beach. I loved lounging on the sand and playing in the waves. Part of our move to New Zealand was to be near our favourite beach in the world so that the girls could experience life by the water. We go to Mount Maunganui regularly (even now that it's winter). Even if the water is too cold, ... Read More