I felt the wind slap my legs, I felt it rush through my hair. I saw the water gush past me as it settles far behind. I think to myself will I fall will I stand. But the future can not be told. It felt like I was flying, hovering above the ground. The waves where at a admirable distance but sooner or later they where to get closer. The time had come and I bent my knees. The waves pushed me up and down. But I stood my ground as if the waves where bullies.