My Experiences Surfing

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My Experiences Surfing at Beaches With my friends Growing up around water sports, and being a very good swimmer in high school, allowed me to venture into surfing during my summer vacations. I would always go with my friends to the beach during the summer, because we all had one thing in common; we loved surfing. I never feared the ocean, and I have a respect for sea life, and surfers that take great risk to ride along gigantic waves. My friends Davey, Greg, Alicia and me, would go to “Beach Week” in Miami, and then travel to Bethune Beach in Florida. The surf there is usually 2-3 feet with great breaks in the waves. Some days can be very disappointing, that is why patience is a virtue for a surfer. When we arrived there, one of the locals that lived nearby Bethune Beach told us that we could expect waves around 4-6ft in height. This is where my close friend Alicia indoctrinated me on surfing techniques, etiquette, safety, and how to studying the tide and waves before entering the ocean. I give a lot of credit to her for teaching me almost everything I know about surfing; Alicia is a fantastic surfer. We would stay at her dad’s beach house, and party with other surfers throughout the evening. Her dad would party with us, and we would eat a “plentiful” amount of fish and crabs. There was more than enough food for a “shark” at that party. We waited 45 minutes before surfing. I counted 25 surfers that night, ready to enter the wild choppy white waves, breaking violently onto the sand. As the cool night air and high tide awaited us, we would start preparing and suit up; lighting bond fires that glistened for miles along the stretch of coastal warm white sand. We joined the surfers, as they sounding out a loud scream, and some type of surfer’s ethos. They were pumping everybody’s ego up. Alicia said, “Don’t you know this is your initiation

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