Personal Narrative: My First Surfing

Across from me was a handsome, dark haired man, broad-shouldered 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 I 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
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 what, 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