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For fans of The Glass Castle and Educated, comes mystery author Toby Neals personal story of surviving a wild childhood in paradise. Born in 1965 to hippie surfer parents who just want to ride waves, use substances, and hide from society, red-headed Toby grows up as one of only a few hundred Caucasian haole people on the rugged, beautiful North Shore of Kauai, Hawaii. I wish I could turn time into honey, and watch it drip by. Told from the immersive, first-person view of a child experiencing turbulent times as they occur, Freckled will take you on a journey you wont soon forget as Toby catches an octopus with her bare hands to feed the family, careens on her first bike down a rugged dirt trail deep in the jungle, and makes money by selling magic mushrooms to a drug dealer. Living in tents and off the land without electricity or communication with the outside world, Toby escapes into reading to deal with racial harassment and indifferent parenting. Tobys idealistic parents, breaking away from high achieving families, struggle with mental health and addiction issues as they try to live according to their own rules. Despite the hardship and deprivations of life on Kauai, they return again and again to an island whose hold on them is more powerful than any drug, as sensitive and resilient Toby clings to a dream of academic achievement and a normal life.

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Freckled A Memoir of Growing Up Wild in Hawaii T W Neal Contents This is a - photo 1
Freckled
A Memoir of Growing Up Wild in Hawaii
T W Neal
Contents

This is a work of creative nonfiction. The events are portrayed to the best of T.W. Neals memory. Memoir is written from memory, and we all know that human memory is flawed. Its almost impossible to recall a conversation word for word, but I have a talent for remembering dialogue, and kept a lot of journals growing up. Freckled is how I remember things, and if the words arent exact, the spirit of them is. Where possible I fact-checked, but as with all firsthand eyewitness accounts, impressions will differ. If I got something wrong, I apologizeI have done the best I could, to be as truthful as I could.


I have changed some peoples names and basic descriptions. Kauai is a small island and Hawaii is a small place. Anne Lamott has famously said, Own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.

That is true. And its also true that we writers are the ones holding a pen and chiseling someones actions into history without their knowledge or consent. I have tried not to be unkind; hence, some names and descriptions have been changed to protect privacy.

Toby Neal 2018

http://tobyneal.net


Ebook ISBN: 978-1-7327712-0-8

Print ISBN: 978-1-7327712-1-5


ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without express written permission from the author/publisher.


Cover photo by Kim S. Rogers

Cover design by Emily Irwin

Interior photos by Pop, unless otherwise noted

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.

~ Eleanor Roosevelt


For Mike, Caleb, and Tawny

Thank you for being the family of my hopes and dreams.


Me age 2 Foreword By John Wehrheim Toby Wilson Neals memoir begins in 1965 - photo 2

Me, age 2

Foreword
By John Wehrheim

Toby Wilson Neals memoir begins in 1965 and ends in 1983. She writes in the first person, present tensea childs point of view growing up as a redheaded girl born to hippie surfer parents. From within her narrative it wasnt possible to present a historic account of the overarching cultural and racial tensions in Hawaii at that time. So, Toby asked me to write an essay that would provide context for her coming-of-age tale, referencing stories from my book TaylorCamp, an iconic photographic record of a hippie/surfer community on Kauais North Shore in the 60s and 70s.

At any time as you read, you are invited to skip to the Afterword to consider the social, economic and cultural aspects of the times presented through my essay.

~John Wehrheim

Mom reading to me in the van on Kauai Chapter One Swimming Mom me - photo 3

Mom reading to me in the van on Kauai

Chapter One
Swimming
Mom me and Pop Age 4 Rocky Point Oahu 1969 Sand Big yellow mountains - photo 4

Mom, me, and Pop

Age: 4, Rocky Point, Oahu, 1969

Sand. Big yellow mountains of sand. So much, and a long way, a giant tabby cat napping in the sun. Moms holding my hand, and Im naked because were going swimming when we get to the bottom of the long wooden stairs leading away from our house.

I drop to my knees and dig into the big smooth grains, wriggling my body deep in to feel it all over, sinking in delicious warm because the sun is hot on my head. When I push my arms into the sand and they come up, my skin is the same color. My freckles look like the beach. This always makes me happy.

The sand feels different as the day changes. Morning, its gray, cool, and the air is blue. The mynah birds talk, and the ghost crabs are out running on skitter legs over the beach. The coconut tree next to my window makes a sound like clapping when the wind first comes up; its cheering that we have a new day. And when the day ends, the sand is orange, warm, and soft when we sit on it and watch the sun go down.

I love having no clothes on. I can feel everything better that way. I feel a shivery-good sensation in my legs. I come up out of the sand and walk out of the way by the naupaka bush and squat to pee.

You always do that, Mom says, and I laugh, because what else would I do when I get that feeling?

The ocean is the color of the stones in Moms silver bracelet as she reaches to take my hand. Her skin is hot and brown and smells like coconut oil, and I want to lick it as we walk down to the water, slow because her belly is so big now with my brother or sister insidehapai its called.

Mom wades in, and the cold water hits us. I squeal and cling. She laughs some more, sinking down so it covers us, prying me off to hold me by both hands.

Opihi, she says, and she means the little round pointed shells that stick on the rocks. Sometimes we pry them off with a screwdriver and eat them. They taste like rubbery seaweed.

She holds my hands. Kick! Kick! she commands.

I kick, the feeling of the water sliding over my skin like the silky blanket I sleep with. I kick and kick and she swirls me through the water, and then puts one hand on my tummy and says, Now rainbow your hands, and I do, making the paddling rainbow motions shes showed me before, and suddenly her hand is gone and Im swimming! And I see the yellow beach, our little blue house, the coconut tree beside it, and the windows that watch the ocean.

Then Im sinking. I gasp for breath, and I paddle harder, but Im under now, my eyes stinging, but still open to see the waves ahead hitting the white foamy sand and my breath held, tight and burning, until Moms hand comes and lifts me back up.

I cough and cough. The water stings inside my chest, much more than the pool or the bath. Im mad that I sank and surprised that I cant swim yet. I was sure I could!

Again! I say when Im done coughing.

You never give up, my sassy bug. Youre going to get this. I know you are. We start over with kicking, and rainbow arms, then she lets me go and I sink... but this time I know its going to work. I hold my breath and keep my eyes open while I kick and rainbow. Underneath I see fishshiny aholehole and green-striped manini, and the black rocks on the bottom that make this place called Rocky Point.

I like it under the water. I feel like I can fly, and this time my kicking and rainbow arms bring me back up by myself. I blow out my breath, drops spray off my lips, and I grin big even though my face is barely out of the water.

You did it! Mom catches me, and I cling around her giant belly, and the belly pushes back at me. I push back at it, and its like were talking. I cant wait to meet whos in there. Mom laughs. The babys excited too. Youre just going to get better and better at this. She lets me ride on her back as she swims, holding onto the strap of her crocheted top. My legs trail behind, and sometimes touch her, a silky feeling.

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