Surfing the waves with Dad

Talk about cherished memories, this is definitely at the top of my list. He was my surfing buddy, so to speak. Dad and I would stand waist-high in the ocean and without a surfing board he taught me how to do this. Maybe I should call this riding the waves with Dad instead of surfing the waves with Dad.

So this is how we did it. We would stand side by side in the water. Dad would start his watch for a suitable wave and whenever he felt that there was a good one for me to surf or ride, he would yell, "Now!" Then I would jump as high as I could and that was it. Most of the time I would jump high enough to land on the rolling wave and it would carry me towards the shore. I so enjoyed it and dad would be chuckling away as he watched me having fun. Sometimes, however, I would misjudge the height of the wave and then I would end up being dragged under water and tossed against the shore.

This is how Dad and I surfed the waves. He made up a way for me to enjoy surfing or riding the waves. He knew that I could not see enough to see the waves coming so he devised a way for me to do it. Often times, I could hear them coming my way but by the time I got ready, the wave would be past me. Ah yes, and I can still hear Dad's voice shouting, "Now!" on
quiet nights as I lie in bed thinking of happy days at the seaside.

I'm Donna J. Jodhan, your friendly accessibility advocate, wishing you a terrific day and inviting you to come by any time and visit me at www.sterlingcreations.ca.