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Crash, Swish, Roar. The lonely empty silence is overpowered by a wall of foam rushing towards me. Wheels of grit are churn beneath my feet. My golden locks are flattened and hunched over my head to form a thick curtain over my eyes. Light ripples are printed against my olive stomach as the sun beams finished the oceans unsteadiness. I look below me and cant see w present the sand bank ends I look higher up and realize its a long way to the top. Dont panic Kate, youll get through this. I try to paddle to the top except am halted by something severely weighing me down- My board. Thats what got me in this mess in the first place. I can see the floral pattern peeping through the sand that is rapidly crawling over it. I quickly rip apart the Velcro of my foot strap and watch my board float to the turn out effortlessly as I attempt climbing through the water to reach the surface. The fin of my board becomes more visible to me as I ascend. Finally, an alleviating wizardry blasts thro ugh my mouth. Air.Crash, Swish, Roar.Just as I get a breath, the powerful monster swallows me once more. It finally hits me that Im vent to be beneath a long time. These are 20 ft waves, I think to myself. There is no way I am getting out of here the easy way. I feel the blood surge to my head as the paranoia sets in. When I was 5 divisions old, Dad woke me up one morning and conscious me that he was finally going to teach me how to surf. I was ecstatic. I used to watch my brothers in envy as I crouched on the damp sand with my head between my hands resting on my knees, sulking at the fact that I wasnt allowed to surf until I was 5. Well, that time arrived when Dad was taking me, and nothing was going to hold me back. I watched Dad approach me as he returned from a blue and white hire tent with a long (well what seemed long at the time), bright yellow foam board. It had a small white fin sticking out its rear. We stayed shallow and like any impatient 5 year old I began to suffer from frustration as I continuously nose dived into the sand at my efforts to stand up.