There is a song "When I was 17, it was a very good year" that always reminds me of 1966 and the summer after I finished school (Southern Hemisphere so we're talking December).
I had an adoring and adorable boyfriend (why did I ditch him?!), and was in that blissful state of "the world at my feet". Friends of his family owned a holiday cottage on the Cape Wilderness coast and a group of teenagers were let loose there for the holidays. Amazingly, my mother allowed me to go (probably being a bit naive about the level of freedom we would have).
This is a cover version of the song (swoon):
We swam, body surfed, walked along the beach for miles, made bonfires at night - and <...leaves the rest to imagination...>
Alarming - is this trespassing?
Can't resist - vices
Younger - easy facelift