Groms: I predate the term. When I started surfing in the very early 1960s, they didn’t exist.
Occasionally, you’d hear the term “gremmie” since, in those days, practically everything in our surf culture was borrowed from California, but I can’t remember ever being called a gremmie to my face. Mostly, it was “Hey, you!” or “Come here, little @#! [Richard Cranium]”, which is not to say that grem (or grom) abuse didn’t already exist. It did. Believe me, it did.
My home beach, at the northern end of a long bay, was relatively isolated, with the surf club and the flagged swimming area way down the other end, so it was wide open to antisocial behaviour by the older boys—both in the surf and in the adjacent sand dunes. Undoubtedly,…