1974-78. You wouldn’t believe that in the 70s, my younger brother and I would cross the almost empty highway to the beach swimming naked. My dad would cast his net and catch schools of fish, octopus, stingrays, and the beach was strewn with holes - tiny crabs lived inside. My mom and I would walk the whole length of the beach collecting a specific species of seawead which sje would make agar-agar... Can't believe that I'm talking about East Coast Beach, can you?