Wednesday

Develop a crush on your 23-year-old surf instructor. Don’t do the math that tells you he’s closer to your son’s age than your own.
On day three my body is less sore, but my pop-up is defective. I can’t seem to hop up on the board quickly enough to ride the wave. Today also brings with it choppy waves that break closer to shore. Surfing in shallower waters increases chances of injury, so we don’t spend as much time in the water.

We go back to the beach, and I practice my pop-up while Jacob gets buried in the sand by another young camper. I realize that when I’m lying on the board, I’m not putting my feet in the right position for hopping up. I also realize my son is never going to get all the sand off his body.

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