Surfing
... the simple task of wearing their clothing to contests. Although I was becoming very good for my age, I still was not happy. Since I was so young I wasn’t allowed to do a lot of things that the older surfers surfed were allowed to do. My parents never let me go on trips with the older surfers to Montauk, Long Island, when the waves were perfect. This made me so disappointed and even more determined to surf other places where the waves were much more of a challenge and extreme. My older friends had surfed Costa Rica, California, Rhode Island, and Montauk. These were all the places I would have done anything for just to be able to go there and surf the perfect waves. The year entering 11th grade I had finally had enough with surfing just the inconsistent northeast surf. By this time I had also had a group of friends my age that had the same love for surfing that I did. We all decided that we would go to where the best surf in the world would be as a senior trip. We all thought that if we worked for the money ourselves that our parents would have to let us go especially knowing how much older we were and all. So we first had to get our parents to all say yes to this trip before we got our hopes up. My friends and I went to a travel agent and set up a trip to Hawaii for two weeks. It sounded amazing. The total coast came out to about 2500 dollars and was great because I would make at least 3000 dollars life guarding at the beach that summer. We all agreed that that was the right place to go for the great surf. The only thing left to do now was to discuss it with all of our parents. When I went to my parents to ask them about the trip I figured they would be fine with it. Surprisingly to my knowledge they were not fine with it. I could not believe my ears when I heard my mom say I don’t think that is such a good idea. It made me even feel worse when I found out that all my friends were allowed to go on the trip and their parents had no problems with it. I just couldn’t understand why I was not allowed to go. Although I wasn’t allowed to go, I told myself I didn’t care and was going anyway. I put my parents through grief and begged them over and over again to let me go. I would tell them I would do anything, but to just please let me go. After about a month of putting my parents through hell, they finally gave in since they saw me working and paying for it myself. Finally September 11th had arrived, which was our departure date. My friends and I were so pumped and excited. We were going to take the plane from New York to California. From California we were going to transfer on a plane to Hawaii. I couldn’t wait. I would finally get to surf the places I only would look at in magazines and videos. Finally I would be there myself. We all decided it would be to get some sleep on the plane, so we all turned our cell phones off. ...