Personal Narrative: Surfing In Hawaii

Surfing in Hawaii One of the most memorable moments in my life would be surfing on the beaches of O’ahu, which is a part of the Hawaiian Islands. It was the best experience of my seven day vacation to Hawaii, back in 2008. Luckily, I was able to go surfing three out of the seven days my family spent in Hawaii. The whole idea was my dad’s. He was the one that wanted to go surfing, but for only one day. Thi0s idea did not last, after the first day of excitement; my family agreed that we had to do that at least one more time before we head back to the brutal winter of Wisconsin. The Hawaiians that owned the surfboard rental shop did not just give anybody a board and said to go have fun. First my family had to take an instruction class. The instruction class was done on the warm sand, just feet from the crashing waves of the Pacific Ocean. This class lasted about a half hour, and about fifteen people were there, including my family of four. The instructor gave the class every single detail known about surfing, at
Standing on top of a long narrow board, knees slightly bend, looking off into the distance of the beautiful coast of Hawaii. The wind runs through my wet hair, all of my worries disappear, and then I realize that I am thousands of miles away from my small house in southern Wisconsin. I realize how beautiful this state really is, and I miss it, I already miss the place where I currently am. I do not want leave, but then I notice the space between me and the shore is getting smaller. It is now time to jump into the ocean. I take one last look at the beach, close my eyes, and leap into the air, as I through my arms back. Then there is that spilt second, when all you are doing is falling, falling into the ocean almost in slow motion. Slowly I feel the warm water touch my feet, and rise up my body until I am completely submerged. I swim back to the surface, grab my board, and do it all over