My friends and I went surfing in Tampa Bay last month.
I was excited to try out a new surfboard.
My friends and I live life dangerously and on the edge. Even though there was a tropical storm warning off the coast, we weren’t going to stay in the office and miss out on those eight and 10 ft waves. When you live on the Gulf of Mexico, you rarely see waves of that size. I didn’t have to work on that day and my friends and I left early in the morning to go to the beach. I had my board in hand and my friends and I paddled out about a quarter of a mile. When we finally got to a good place for surfing, the rain started to fall. The storm clouds came out of nowhere and covered the entire Tampa Bay and Clearwater beach region. I was determined to catch a wave. A couple of my friends started to head and as soon as the rain started. I found the perfect wave and started from a good position. Unfortunately, a gust of wind came out of nowhere and knocked me off my brand new board. I tumbled in the waves for a while. I was more scared than I have ever been in my life. After the accident, we went back to Tampa Bay and I decided to stay at my apartment. I laid down on the couch for a while and eventually I fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of mice in the AC vents. I know the mice are there, but I can’t catch them. I’ve been listening to them in the ductwork for months. I set a couple of traps inside the ductwork, but those mice are quick.