Mooloolaba - the family home. Looks nice, doesn't it. These days it's over developed and over crowded, but it wasn't always that way. This place will always be important to me. Mum and Dad had their first date (and kiss) here, wayyyyy back in the late 1950's, just before Mum headed off to Europe on her obligatory post-uni adventure. And I had my first kiss here too. I have been dumped by countless waves at this beach. Me and my brother have eaten countless post-beach ice-creams purchased from the old ice cream shop on the corner of Brisbane Road and The Esplanade. We have watched dozens of Santas be ferried in on little motorboats to crowds of excited kids. Mums ashes were sprinkled into the harbour here, and Dad's ashes will be joining hers there when it's his time. I reckon mine might too. It's nothing like the lovely, sleepy Mooloolaba of old, but it will always hold a special place in my heart.