Growing up in Florida

While we’re on the topic of growing up in Titusville, some visuals:

Since the age of four, I’ve never lived more than an hour from the beach. Grew up twenty minutes from it. Dad and I loved to catch “sand fleas” (some people call them “mole crabs” but that’s just odd).

When summer is about seven months long, you spend a lot of time in bathing suits. And are those my mother’s toes–with NAIL POLISH? This may be the only photographic evidence that occurred.

Near launch pads, when employees could bring their families out for tours.

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