When I was nine, we moved from the San Fernando Valley (yep, I was a “Valley Girl”) and into Simi Valley a few miles “over the hill,” as the locals refer to the trip through the Santa Susana Pass and back. Before the move, I had, of course, experienced the wind--light breezes catching my hair, packing up and leaving the beach early to avoid the late-afternoon sand swirl, blustery winter and fall storms--or so I thought. The truth is, and any Simi-ite will back me up on this, you have never…