It's one small step for man...
By the end of that summer of 1969...
A lot of things had changed.
The Mets were headed for first-place.
Woodstock was a household word.
And Winnie Cooper's dad had moved to Chicago.
And it wasn't over yet.
Is that everything?
The traditional Arnold family vacation.
OK! Let's get started!
What I loved about our vacations...
Was that it always seemed to rekindle this wonderful sense of family-togetherness.
Do we have to do this? Dad, I'm seventeen.
So?
- Wayne? - So bourgeois.
Honey? Where's Wayne?
Wayne?
The fact was...
We were starting to outgrow this annual ritual.
Wayne!
Honey? It's time for you and Delores to say goodbye, now.
That's what we're doing.
Outta the car!
My brother was a victim of bad timing.
Two weeks before, he had met the girl of his dreams...
Only to have her ripped away by a trip to Ocean City.
Hey, Mr. Arnold!
Sorry I'm late!
There were other changes, too.
I can't wait.
This is gonna be great!
I'm not comin'!
Want to stay home and get a haircut?
I'm comin', I'm comin'...
Alright - everybody in the car.
Um...Mr. Arnold?
My suitcase?
I was the only one who didn't seem to care either way.
I wasn't exactly looking forward to the trip...
But, I was tired of the old neighborhood.
And there was nothing keeping me here anymore.
'Kay, mom!
Winnie wrote about how bored she was in Maine with her mom...
About how much she looked forward to coming home. But then...
She'd met somebody.
His name was Chip.
And he was the All-State champ of everything.
She deserved it - I guess. And even though I'd never met the guy...
I was pretty sure I hated him.
OK. Let's get started.
- Bye - Bye. Seeya...
Yep. Maybe a family vacation would do me some good.
Wayne! Come on...
Watch it, butthead!
Hey! What did I do?
You crossed the line.
Course, I'd have to survive the car trip, first.
Remember how we used to play the alphabet game?
Come on! It'll be fun.
I'll go first. There's "A", as in Danville...
"B"..."C"...as in block.
Who's next?
I don't believe this...
Everything OK, pal?
Paul?
I-I think we better pull over.
What none of us figured on...
Was the awful reality of actually travelling with Paul.
Get him outta the car. Hurry up.
Quick! Quick!
Ocean City.
Where Mom and Dad had spent their honeymoon in 1949.
We'd grown up hearing them talk about it.
Quaint seaside bungalows...
The soft drum of the surf.
Kind of a castaway's paradise.
Forty-eight bucks for two lousy rooms?
What happened to this place?
Two rooms?
Who am I staying with?
You ain't staying with me, Karen.
- I don't want to stay with you, Wayne! - Good! I hope you don't stay. - Dad? - Why don't you go on a peace-march? - I'm not talking to you, Wayne!
Alright, you two, that's enough...
I wish I could find somewhere else, I would be there right now...
- Yeah, you would be there.../ - Wayne! - If it was a dump... - Wayne! I don't want any arguing, we just got here...
My best friend was witnessing just how low my family could sink.
Don't worry. By the time we check in, everyone will be in a great mood.
Think I need a drink.
The Captain Kidd cod looks kinda fun, honey!
Four bucks?
For a piece of fish?!
Um, I think I'll have the Barnacle Bucket.
This place is embarrassing.
- Honey! - Well, it is...it's just so
Will you please just have fun?!
Come on. Let's go.
Paul? Are you OK, honey?
Yeah. Why?
It's your face.
It looks like you got a sunburn.
Mom, how can he have a sunburn we just got here!
Still, his face did kinda look like a petrie-dish experiment.
Is it red?
And blotchy?
This is not good.
This is definitely...not good.
What is it?
Fish. I must have eaten fish.
Well, what do you have to do - call an ambulance?
Nah...I'll be OK. I just have to stay inside for a day or two...
A day or two?! Paul, that's the entire vacation!
How could Paul do a rotten thing like this to me?
Thanks for thinking of me, pal. But I'll be OK...
Trust me!
Heck. You don't even know what long is! This is not long!
I mean...you should see the guy Karen was talkin' to!
Who was Karen talkin' to?
Can we please try to have a good time?
Karen's going away to college next year this is the last time we have to all be together.
Why...are there so many flies here?
Karen?
Kevin? Where are you going?
For a walk...
I couldn't figure out what had happened to the vacations we used to take.
When we did things... Together.
And everybody was happy.
But that was ages ago. I was thirteen now, and summer was almost over.
All around me, people were having fun...
With their boyfriends named "Chip".
Hey!
What's your name, brown-eyes?
Uh...Kevin.
You sure?
Yeah.
Well, Kevin, can I ask you something?
Could she?
Would she!
Sure!
Can I have my hat?
- Here / - Thanks.
Well I guess that was that.
Who was I kidding anyway?
This girl was definitely out of my league.
Wait!
I'm Teri, with an "RI".
I beg your pardon?
That's pretty.
How old are you?
How old am I? Well, uh, gee. Lemme see here.
Fourteen.
Forgive me!
How old are you?
Guess.
Uh-oh. I'd heard about these feminine traps before.
There was no right way to answer this one.
Well, you're...too pretty to be...just fourteen.
Then again...
I'm fifteen.
I was gonna guess fifteen.
Sure you were.
My God, she touched my leg!
Was that an accident?
So, you want to sit down?
Yeah!
My adolescent mind was spinning out of control.
This was amazing! This was...incredible! This was...
An older woman!
"I'm thinkin' 'bout good vibrations"
"She's givin' me excitations"
"I'm thinkin' 'bout...good vibrations"
"She's givin' me...excitations"
Where you been?
Out.
From now on, I want to know where you go, when you go.
First you tell me that I have to come on this stupid vacation.
And then you tell me to have fun.
I try to have fun! And then you get mad at me all over again.
I hate this!
I'll be right back.
OK - maybe my timing wasn't the best, but -
Mom? Can I go to the pier?
I mean, tomorrow night.
By yourself?
No, not exactly...
With who?
Just...Teri.
Who's Teri?
Some boy you met on the beach?
Not exactly.
What do you mean?
Well...
I didn't want Mom to think I was having some kind of illicit rendezvous.
This would have to be handled delicately.
Some bimbo he met on the beach!
She's not a bimbo, Wayne!
Can I have a beer, Mom.
Wayne! Go back to the room.
- But, I.. - Now!
You promise to be back by nine-thirty?
Yeah.
OK.
And we have lift-off.
I was so happy I wanted to leap!
I wanted to dance! I wanted to kiss her! Ah, what the heck.
Bless you!
Hi!
OK, we'd exhausted that topic.
So, you like bumpers cars?
Yeah...
"Wouldn't it be nice if we were older"
"Then we wouldn't have to wait so long"
"And wouldn't it be nice to live together"
"In the kind of world where we belong"
"You know its gonna make it that much better"
"When we can say goodnight" It's odd.
I'd only just met her...
But already it felt like I had known her for...days. "Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up"
I think she felt that way, too. "In the morning when the day is new"
"And after having spent the day together"
"Hold each other close the whole night through"
"Happy times together we've been spending"
"I wish that every kiss was neverending"
"Wouldn't it be nice"
I think I'll name him "Brown-eyes". He's all ugly, and covered with warts - like you.
Uh, good.
Earth to Kevin...
I'm here, I'm just...lookin' at the pictures.
That's all you've been doing for the last hour.
Even at thirteen - sorry, fourteen...
I knew it wouldn't be a good idea to tell her I was gloating.
Gloating that I now had proof...
That this night was real.
I think we look great together.
Yeah?
Yeah.
You know, Kevin, you seem very mature for fourteen.
And, so do you.
For fifteen, I mean.
Does that bother you?
No. Does it bother you?
Yeah. It really does.
Gotcha!
I was definitely navigating uncharted waters.
Um, I love the beach.
Yeah, me too.
You guys come here every year?
Well, my parents spent their honeymoon here.
Oh really? It must be very romantic.
Yeah, I guess...
Do you know what I feel like doing, Brown-eyes?
I couldn't help but wonder if what she felt like doing was what I felt like doing.
What...?
That's what.
I was prepared to die now.
OK, I should ask her to wait for me now.
Just until I get out of junior high school.
Then we can get married.
Teri?
Yes, Brown-eyes?
Would, would you...uh, I mean...
Anything...
You wanna go rafting tomorrow?
I'd love to.
Then it's a date.
Except... we don't do much rafting in Albuquerque.
Albuquerque?
I have to leave tomorrow.
Leave?
We have to.
Dad got called back early.
Why didn't you tell me?
Would you have had any fun tonight if I did?
OK, granted - girls mature faster than boys...
But this was too rational.
I guess not...
I have to go in now.
So that's it?
I'll miss you, Kevin.
Yeah, sure.
I'll write you. I promise.
Didn't you have a good time?
Yeah.
I had a great time.
Come on. I'll walk you home.
That's OK.
I want to remember you just like this.
That cute little smile, and those... big puppy-dog eyes,
and your hair all messed up.
Gotcha!
I knew at that moment, that life was not fair.
Sure, I'd write to her, and maybe she'd write me -
then what? Could we really wait for each other for the next ten or twelve years?
It was hopeless.
I'd never felt pain like this before in my entire life.
It felt...wonderful.
A lot happened on the beach in Ocean City that summer night in 1969.
And of course, none of it was permanent.
How you doin'?
Fine.
Sorry about your dad moving to Chicago.
Well, yeah...
So, uh...
How's Chip?
Oh.
OK, maybe it was asking for trouble...
But I had an ace or two under my own -
We broke up.
I guess it was just one of those... Summer things.
Ya know?
Yeah. I do.
So it's great, huh?
I think it's gonna be good.
Yeah!
Yeah. Me, too.
Welcome home! Welcome home!
When you're thirteen, it's a long way to Albuquerque.
Teri told me about getting her learner's permit,
and taking her first drive with a stick-shift.
She wrote of our night at the beach.
She told me she missed me so much that she cried herself to sleep at night.
And she promised to write to me, until we saw each other again.
I keep that letter in an old shoebox.
It was the only letter she ever wrote me.
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