When I was ten years old, I would sit on the beach and watch in awe at the as the surfers carried their surfboards toward the ocean, zipped up their wetsuits and challenged the rough surf for the perfect wave. My mom would nudge me to try the sport, but I thought I was too young and to be quite honest, I thought all surfers had the laid back surfer dude personality that I didn’t find appealing. Every day, I watched them surf, and every day I stood by and did nothing yet my desire to try the sport grew. This went on for a few years until I worked long enough to save for my first board. I was very uncertain at first, being a rookie amongst veterans, but each day I further progressed. I was a mixed bag of emotions when learning because sometimes I surfed well and other times I wanted to quit because of my poor performance. It wasn’t until I had the fifteen second ride that I knew