The rush of excitement as I stand up for my first time on a surf board
The feeling of gliding in the waves as they come crashing towards the shore
And the smell of salt water
The sounds of cheers encouraging me on
And in Mozambique of all place,
When I grew up by Folly Beach?
I felt alive
"Yeah this is what I want more of in my life" I thought to myself
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