I forgot to add how my life is completely different because my father got transferred in 73 to the west coast. He was a lucky one. He kept his job. It cancelled my college plans on the east coast. I went to a junior college out in CA at the last minute. I did not finish college until later in life, at San Jose State. I was on the west coast from 73 until 97. While my folks have now returned to Florida, and I can get back there...my "hometown" does not exist really like normal hometowns.
Cocoa Beach has been around for a while yes, but growing up there was like growing up with folks from EVERYWHERE else. There was not much culture or amenities...I did find that later in life but I often associate growing up in Cocoa Beach as kind of growing up in the sticks. I loved the nature and the beach, BUT, I wish I had real roots in a community with family that goes back forever. I am a nomad now and home is wherever I am and I guess that makes me stronger...today there is a reunion back in Cocoa Beach and I am glad to see us babyboomers looking for our community there...it is beautiful to see. I am too far away to go to this party...maybe next time!!
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