I could say a favorite memory of surf camp, but this is actually not a memory at all. A memory would mean it is something I’ve lived in the past then recalled in the future, when in fact, my favorite experience of surf camp has lived with me every day since, and will continue to, in the future. I went to surf camp to learn how to shred but I left with so much more. The camp opened my eyes to a new way of living. From waking up at dawn to catch the glassiest waves, to putting on zinc not only to protect our faces but to establish ourselves as warriors of the waves, with tribal markings on our cheeks. We became determined and passionate towards protecting the ocean by doing beach clean ups and visiting sea turtle hospitals. I evolved from a mere student to a club member; a part of a bizarre and vibrant surf sub-culture, full of passion towards the ocean, its waves, and its inhabitants. This is not my favorite memory of camp, but my favorite influence on how I want to live my life.
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