My first time surfing was full of falls—falling off the board, into the water, and into moments of doubt.
The waves were small, but my courage was tested. Every time I was knocked down, I surfaced laughing, grabbed my board, and tried again.

There was one brief moment when the board glided and I stood up—only for a few seconds, but it was enough to ignite a fire in my chest.
Falling again and again didn’t discourage me. That’s when I knew: I wanted to come back, again and again. 🌊