My Earliest Memory Of Being On Holiday Was A Trip To Scottburgh. This Was A Big Deal To Me.
Until then, nay world had been defined as Benoni-with-the-odd-Boksburg-adventure-to-see-my-gran — but now we were getting into my mom’s VW Beetle and going to visit The Sea. It was 1969, I was three, Janine was a young single mother, and the two of u