Throughout my life, I have been obsessed with anything that is related to water. Even as a young kid, I liked everything to do with water, be it water animals and creatures, water sports, water transport, and even water-related tragedies. However, there was a minor or rather major hitch in all this. We lived very far from the sea and the closest I usually came to any real water body was when I visited the swimming pool.
On realizing my great obsession with water, my parents ensured that we visited the beach at least twice every year. Although these beach visits were usually earned in the form of academic accomplishments and outstanding behavior, I must say that there was nothing I looked forward to more than the biannual beach visits.
Water and fun
At the beach, I had a lot of fun. I mean there were all kinds of things that you could do with the amount of water the ocean supplied. Actually, I could even just sit at the beach and watch the shimmering ocean and the sight of such a huge volume of water was enough fun for me. That’s how obsessed I was. The beach had all manner of sports and games. I really relished extreme water sports especially those that involved surfing on the water.
I always admired those muscular guys who rode behind power boats on boards performing marvelous tricks that awed everyone. I could have given anything and everything to do the tricks that those ‘water magicians’ did. There was only one problem. I was not allowed to try out the extreme water sports at my age. It did not matter what age I was or who made the rules, my parents insisted emphatically that I could not try out the sports because I was too young.
This was bewildering because every other year I inquired whether my age allowed but again an emphatic no. Then on one of our biannual beach visits, my father surprised me when he introduced one of my favorite waterboarders and told me that I was ripe for training.
The unforgettable training
I must admit that I could not contain my excitement as I put on the life vest. When the trainer asked which sport I wanted to learn, I could not even choose. I mentioned waterboarding, then surfing, then kitesurfing and when he realized I could not stop myself, he suggested that we should start at the beginning, waterboarding. I followed the instructions very well and after two crashes, I mustered my first water sport.
However, I was not contented until I rode a wake without being supported by the handles attached to the boat. I wanted to learn wakesurfing. Before I could learn wakesurfing, the trainer taught me surfing for about three days and on the fourth day I was on. I was keen on the instructions. Ride the wake while holding the tow rope, just like in wakeboarding, and when you feel comfortable and the rope goes slack, throw it away from the wave.
As the trainer would comment later, I was a natural. I followed the instructions and mustered the sport on my very first try. I just combined the wakeboarding and surfing skills that I had learned earlier and I was good to go. Today as I train people in water sports, my enthusiasm has not waned and my obsession with water seems to have increased.