Most durable memory of my childhood is taking yearlyish trips to West Palm Beach, Florida. And learning to deal with the sea,...
Most durable memory of my childhood is taking yearlyish trips to West Palm Beach, Florida.
And learning to deal with the sea, and my dad telling me the thing about waves was if you ignored them they’d whack you, and if you fled you’d end up beached, so best was to turn face on and climb up them or dive into them and go straight through