It was a beautiful day to try something new at Doheny State Beach in Dana Point, California. It was a long year in fourth grade, and my family and I were excited to start our summer vacation. As we pulled our trailer on the southbound I-5 freeway towards San Diego, I could see the temperature gauge on my father’s truck slowly dropping to the mid 70’s. We were in a packed car with my father, mother, older brother,younger sister, snacks and drinks everywhere, and me, entranced by the game on my brand new iPod that I recently received on my birthday. I had gone on camping trips my whole life so I was thrilled to go to a new beach and campground, but I was bewildered when we pulled into a Costco parking lot. I asked my father, “Why are we at …show more content…
The board came in a heat shrunk plastic cover with the fins, leash, and directions enclosed. We ripped off the plastic cover like it was wrapping paper and gathered the tools we needed: a quarter to fit the extremely large flathead hole on the top of the fins, a knife to cut the leash to the desired length, and a black Sharpie to write our names on it. After we had finished, my father came to inspect our work. He concluded his inspection by placing the surfboard in the back of the truck, implying that we were successful and that it would be ready for tomorrow. I was entranced by the thought of surfing, I dreamt all night about monstrous waves like in the movies, and gliding along side dolphins as they played in the ocean. That morning I woke up like it was Christmas, early, energized, curious, and excited. In preparation, I put on my swimsuit and practiced paddling and popping up on my skateboard as I rode around the campground at seven o’clock in the morning. It seemed like forever until my family woke up and was finally ready to go to the beach. Luckily, Mason and I only had to walk a total of 200 meters to get the board into the water; unfortunately, half of the trek was through soft sand, and took over five minutes.
Eventually, we were ready to make our first surfing memories. Mason was elected to go first since he was older and it was his present. My father waded into the water and pushed
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As I looked backed at what seemed to be a decent sized wave, I started paddling with all my might, digging through the water, deeper and deeper. The wave came closer and I felt a push from my cousin as I caught the wave. “Stand up” my cousin yelled behind me as the monstrous wave began to swallow me up. I stood up, rode the wave all the way to the shore, and fell in love with the sport of surfing. Since that day, I have loved everything one could ever love about the sport: The salty water as it touched my body, the push of the wave as it stood me up on my smooth yet sticky board, and the exhilarating rush that I felt after every perfect ride. But not quite everything about the sport came easy to me, it took a long ride to find the love I have for the sport today. When I first started competitively surfing, I
Have you ever been on a vacation? To me a vacation is a time to be with friends or family. When I think of vacations, I think of packing, the flight or drive, and relaxation. Not only is it very exciting to go on a vacation, but you get closer to the people that go with you.
Rolling over I looked at my phone. Had she lost her mind? It was Saturday. . Upon rising, I noticed the sun was shining, the rain that had been forecasted had missed us. My brother cheerfully announced we would be spending the day on the lake. A lake day! I was so excited. Little did I know what started as a great day would not end that way!
On October 31, 2003 Bethany Hamilton, a thirteen- year old girl from Hawaii, was in an accident that would change her life forever. That sunny Halloween morning, after three consecutive days of rain, Bethany, a competitive surfer, was itching to get back into the water. Along the way to Pauaeaka Beach in Kauai, Bethany convinced her mother to stop and check out the waves at Tunnel Beach. While the waves were not so impressive, Bethany decided to stay and surf when her best friend and surf buddy, Alana Blanchard, pulled up with her family. Bethany was excited to be in the water and hoped to catch a fast wave when she saw a shadow beneath her. Before she realized what was happening, a shark bit her arm and the front of her board. Rather than
I remember sitting at our dining room table, looking past the window. I wasn’t much older than eleven. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and I was bored out of my mind. I sighed, wishing there was something exciting to do. My mother told me that I should go outside and play, but I had already played at our playground what seemed like a million times already. The playground was only ten yards away from our small 800 square foot apartment, in the heart of Omaha, Nebraska. This was a convenience to some kids, but to me it was aggravating. I sat there in that wooden dining chair thinking how this summer had been one of the most uneventful summers I had ever had. I daydreamed about the summers of when I was living in Upstate New York. Ever since
Calaveras Enterprise sports reporter Guy Dossi met up with Calaveras High School head track and field coach Doug Avrit Monday afternoon before practice. Dossi spoke with Avrit about the recent spring break, the Stanford Invitational and about two basketball players who are new to the team.
I wouldn't classify myself as a great surfer, but I'd been riding pretty regularly since fourteen and once I got my driver's license, regularly turned into a lot. Nonetheless, the swell that day at Rincon humbled me and I wasn't alone. There must have been close to sixty hopefuls perched atop the cliff overlooking the bay trying to muster enough courage to paddle out. Only three brave souls had had the courage to defy mother nature.
There was about 10, and I was so anxious. My family looked at them, and none of them were beginner boards. Walking up to a store employee, I asked if they had any beginner boards for sale. He walked me over to an area where the beginner boards were. To my disappointment, they were all around $600. My family wasn’t willing to pay that much, and I didn't want them to. Discouraged, we went to a different surf shop. Where we also found out the surf boards were about the same price. We went to out to lunch and my parents thought about what else I may want. They offered me a compromise. Since renting a surfboard is only $25, they offered to put money in a bank account for me just for surfing. I agreed and was very pleased with this idea. I had some money saved up so we went back to the first surf shop we went to and I bought a wetsuit. For the rest of the day my younger brother and I surfed with rental boards.
Summer Place wants to expand Diamond Design and Construction, Inc. (Diamond). It is considering a five-year expansion plan in County A located in eastern North Carolina. This expansion would support increased profits and business growth objectives. County A has enacted utility surcharge ordinance to increase economic develop, to recruit professional and skilled workers and to further growth of existing business organizations in the county.
On my tenth birthday, November 15 2012, I learned to surf. At the time I lived in Santa Cruz, California on the east side of town, not too far from the ocean. That morning at 9 a.m we arrived at Pleasure Point, a famous surf spot in Santa Cruz. It was a cold, stormy, windy day. A old school professional surfer friend of ours, “Perry”, offered to teach me to surf on my birthday. I had never really liked being in the ocean unless the water was calm and it was a hot sunny day. Today was very different. The wind was howling and caused the waves to be very choppy. Big black thunderclouds waited above. The waves were much larger than I expected and seeing them my stomach started to turn. Only a few experienced surfers could be seen out in the water. In California the water is much cooler than in Hawaii so you must wear a wetsuit. Even then, after a few hours your feet will go numb and your joints will start to lock up. As a
I set the board down on the sand and velcroed a cuff onto my left ankle, which was attached by a red rubber cord to the surfboard. Without any more hesitation, I sprinted into the waves, threw my board down and leaped on top of it. As I paddled out farther away from shore, a wave crashed over my head. I braced myself against the surfboard as the cold seawater
The wave grew nearer, and I began to lift off the board. I had completely lifted off as the wave reached the rear of the board. I then reached the sand, still standing on my surfboard. I became ecstatic. My parents, who were watching me, as well as my instructor congratulated me, and were greatly proud. Being able to ride this wave allowed me to become a much better surfer throughout the day.
Samantha Young and her mom Rebecca Young never saw eye to eye. Her mom planned on breaking the news to her that she will attend a summer camp that summer. It was almost the end of the spring semester and Samantha would soon be on summer vacation from school. The last day of the semester and she came from school, Samantha dashed through the mahogany double front door of their house and ran up the steep stairs heading towards her room. From her bedroom there was a loud screeching sound from Samantha slamming her body onto her leopard print queen size comforter, then her mom immediately walks into her room behind her.
The only sound that filled my ears was my keyboard clicking as my fingers raced across it. I had been procrastinating from finishing this assignment all evening, but I knew I needed to get it done. The burning sunset was shining through the windows as I was finishing up. It was a peaceful silence, until I heard the soft whispers of my parents that ignited my sense of curiosity. I was concentrating hard; doing my best trying to make out the hushed words that were being spoken.
‘’ Wake up, wake up you lazy kids’’ my mum said, ‘’we are going to the beach”. My sister, my two brothers, and I woke with extreme energy, happy because it was the first time we visit the beach that summer. The day dawned bright, the sky was painted in bright blue; the beautiful sun was gleaming and shining gloriously. It was idyllic for a picnic by the sea. We quickly packed our stuff, we took some snacks and swimming outfits, and of course chair decks; we took a fast breakfast, and then we headed to the beach. I was very excited because it was my first summer without the safety armbands. However, I knew that it was going to be a bit of scary and risky but not as much what happened with me, it was like the first day at school.