Monday, April 18, 2011
My dad taught me to jump the waves in Ship Bottom, NJ. There was always such a big undertow that you really had to practice. So he'd take us out with him and hold my hands and tell me to go over or under the wave. To go with the flow. He wasn't always right and I got cought with a big wave that rolled me straight to shore. I remember coming up for air and his big hands reaching out for me. He was always there for me. Thanks Dad- I'm still going with the flow.
