I remember the first time the ocean held me down. I fought back hard. I was 8 so I fought back even harder because I actually thought I’d win. I think about that a lot when I get held under now. What it was like to be under that first wave I won’t forget and fight for air. Now I just relax and think of people. Friends who make me laugh, boys I’ve loved to a fault, family I left behind in CA. I suppose I miss the days when it was just a wave and a need to breathe. What do you think about when you’re down there?