I had been checking out some YouTube videos of surf groms, of girls my daughter’s age.
So when we were on the coast of Argentina on a stormy day, I told my 12-year-old that maybe we could watch the videos, “you know, for inspiration.”
She looked at me and said, “I don’t need any inspiration.”
“No?” I asked.
“No, because I already know what I want to do: get air.”
I smiled and asked, “And get tubed?”
“Yeah, that too.”
I prayed for surf, and I think she did as well.