Across from me was a handsome, dark haired man, broadshouldered holding a Les Paul classic custom guitar playing melodious songs while I lay on a nice big red beach chair. In my hand was a big glass of iced tea shimmering in the bright sun as I took a sip it cooled the inside of my throat causing me to keep my cool temperature in the hot summer. It was the perfect day to be out, with the sun casting just the right amount of shine to give me that perfect sun-kissed tan. I was lying on a beautiful red chair with my legs sprung up in a gorgeous white cotton maxi dress.
As, I got up and started to walk towards the ocean | could hear the waves up ahead. I took my shoes off and set foot on the hot, white sand. I could feel the sand going through in between my toes from every step I took. As I stroll along the edge of the beach I feel free of worries and stress, I am just enjoying the holidays, no school, or work just free time. In the middle of the ocean were many surfers in yellow shorts riding in the various color surfboards.
They were going so fast doing so many tricks and turns that I could barely keep up. “Why were there so many people and what were they doing? I asked myself. Looking ahead I spotted a banner that read “2013 Surfers race” which was about to start in an hour. This was the most memorable experience because it was going to change my view of surfing sports for life. My cousin Eric whom I was spending my vacation with and staying with was an all time surf champion. Surfing was his life, he got his first surfboard when he was three and won the little league surfing championship at the age of six. “Do you want to enlist in the sport? ” he asked. “Are you crazy, surfing isn’t even a real sport it’s so easy, I replied.
He replied saying, “You know hat, after you participate in the competition then come and tell me if you think it’s a real sport,” he said angrily and annoyed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that,” I screamed running after him but, he ignored me and walked away. After feeling a little bad, I realized that surfing really means a lot to him, and maybe I should try it out before I judge the sport. I purchased a long board surf board from a shack on the beach which was a nice aqua color that matched with the ocean and enlisted my name in the competition. I started practicing on the small waves moving on to bigger waves.
As the big wave started to rise while I was on the surfboard I could feel the tension in my legs, they were already starting to ache. Veins were popping out of my arms as clutched the bottom of the surfboard. I knew I was going to fall and just as that happened. My surfboard flipped over and I splashed into the water flat on my face. “Wow this is definitely harder than it looks,” I said to myself. As I tried getting the water out of my nose, red drops fell onto my hands. “Oh my god, my nose was bleeding. ” I rushed into the nearest restroom and washed out my nose using many paper towels.
Watching me this whole entire time was Eric. He came running and waited for me outside of the bathroom. When I came out he said, “It’s alright, you don’t have to try and prove anything to me. Everyone has their own views on everything. ” Thugged him and told him that “I really do think that surfing is a sport. The amount of work it takes, I could never do that. I am really truly sorry for misunderstanding the sport and saying it wasn’t a real sport. ” He looked at me with a smirk and told me “I told ya” and then made fun of me the rest of the time.
“Hey, how about we both participate together in the Surfer’s race? he asked. “What we could do that” I asked. “Yea of course I’ll show you. I stood behind him on the surfboard holding onto his shoulder at the starting line. There were at least 20 surfers who were standing next to us ready to race who were much more experienced than me. The referee was a large man, about 6 feet in height wearing a pair of blue shorts and an exposed upper body. He had his hair tied back in a pony tail with a metallic whistle around his neck and a megaphone in his right hand.
The referee spoke into the megaphone, “The race begins in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1. GO!! Everyone moved up on the waves screaming and shouting. We were on top of the wave on Eric’s blue and red long board. I could hear the crowd screaming for us as Eric did a 360 spin in the air and landed straight on the wave. I could hear the seagulls swerving in the air above us. I could hear laughter and screaming coming from the people on the beach watching us. When I opened my eyes I could see we were so close to the finish line. There were hundreds of people waiting for us by the finish line. There were two red flags on each two sides of the ocean swinging from the wind. “Yes!!!
We made it! We won!! ” I jumped off the surfboard and watched the many people hovering us and giving us medals. I have never been so joyous in my entire life. I turned to Eric and said “Thank you! ” He smiled at me, gave me a nice big hug, and said “no problem! ” Overall, my trip to Hawaii was one of the most valuable trips | have ever had. It changed my view on surfing as a sport overall. It made me believe how hard surfing is and how tough sport it is. I made many memorable memories on this trip that I wouldn’t change for the world. I have learned never to judge anything until I try it.
