My brother, father and I in Catalina. We practically lived there until my brother and I got older and started playing sports, going to school more, etc. Those were the good days. I remember my mom used to teach us all the names of all the sea life. She would leave a rope in the water so all sorts of fun stuff would grow on it and then get out her old marine bio books and we would try to match the stuff on the rope with the photos in the book. We would hunt for seashells and have a contest with who could find these rare little guys that we called coffee beans. My brother and I would jump off the boat over and over and over again until our hands and feet were prunes. At night we would look at the stars or, if there was bioluminescence, pump the toilet downstairs and watch it glow until our parents yelled at us.