First, to get you into the Saturday Morning groove
Oh what great Saturday Morning memories. After going to school for 5 days straight – which felt like a whole month to me – I cherished my Saturday Mornings. It was the start of the weekend. Two days off to play before another month (week) of school.
I remember Saturday morning cartoons. On weekdays, you could watch cartoons until 8:00 AM and then pau. Sunday didn’t have cartoons at all! But Saturday mornings, there were cartoons until almost noon! I could waste half my day watching cartoons. But I usually had enough by about 9:30AM.
During little league season, Saturday mornings meant preparing for that day’s game. The worst was when we had to play the last game of the day – around 4:00. Can’t play much during the day because you’re trying to preserve your energy for the game. And the first game of the day was killers too. 8:00AM in the morning – the grass was still wet from the morning dew. It was the 10:00 mid-morning game that was the best. Nice and bright but not too hot. And after the game was lunch time. Our team mother would give us a ticket to get a hot-dog and a cup of soda from the little trailer. Man, that hot-dog tasted so good. And the cold Pepsi with no ice went down so fast – just enough to start feeling the burn in the throat.
Later on when we were older, Saturday morning meant catching the bus from Kailua to Ala Moana Center. But first, we’d have to transfer on Bishop Street. The morning air was still crisp as the music played out of the loud speaker at The Music Box store on Union mall. The bus ride to town was about a 40-minute ride as we’d watch other Kailua girls getting on the bus to head to Ala Moana too.
I remember when I was younger and my dad would schedule car repairs at Ala Moana Sears. We’d get there early – to get his car in early – before the mall even opened. Then we’d go walk over to Magic Island and mess around at the water’s edge on the rocks. The air would have that familiar salt water ocean smell. And the morning sun would be slowing warming up the sandy beach. And that early in the morning, the ocean was like a sheet of glass. Everything smelled so fresh.
One more Saturday morning memory. When I started surfing, we’d go to “Shorebreak” early in the morning – like before the sun came up. Sitting in the water on our boards as the sun was coming up over the horizon. The waves were smooth as silk. One think that I can remember was freezing my n*ts off as I was riding my bicycle to the beach in the dark of the morning. And when we’d get to the shoreline, I could actually feel the warmth of the water at my feet – because the temperature of the water was warmer than the morning air. It was so surreal.
Then after surfing for what felt like all morning, I’d ride my bike home with my board and take a shower, then come out of the bathroom to find out that it was only 9:00 in the morning! I thought the day was half over, but instead – it was just the beginning of another Saturday Morning.
What are your Saturday Morning memories?