I was born and raised on the east coast of Australia, where endless summers were spent at the beach with an extended clan of cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents. We were the typical Aussie beach family – a large, rambunctious crew of groms, all salty hair, deep tans, weather-beaten feet that hadn’t seen shoes in weeks, zinc-smeared faces in Day-Glo colours, faded togs, frothing for our next adventure in the waves. We were kids of the ‘Slip, Slop, Slap’ generation, the iconic sun protection ad campaign that was drilled into every Aussie’s consciousness from a young age – ‘Slip on a shirt, slop on sunscreen and slap on a hat.’ While my male cousins surfed shortboards at a rather perilous and unpredictable beach break at Warana on the Sunshine Coast…
