the second most traumatic experience of my life.

i was eight. and in hawaii. on maui, i believe.

we were at te Big Beach, and the waves were too big for me and my best friend Mikayla (artistic license on the name since i knew her for an hour). we wanted to go in the water but our mamas wouldn’t let us. dividing the beach was a great grassy sandy hill with a tall sign at the top. on the other side there was a much smaller surf. so. we decided to take matters into our own hands and climb the hill, swing around the sign at the top. and on the other side. a bald man. completely bald. and without clothing. we yelped. he turned around.

clothing optional.

never. ever. ever again do i go anywhere without reading the signs.