Things went something like this:
1. Bradley and his crew picked up their surfboards and headed for the shark-infested water.
2. I really did not want to go into that water. There was a reason this town was called Shark’s Bay, right?
3. I didn’t want to look like a bigger loser than I already was, so my plan was to say that I’d love to go surfing, but unfortunately I didn’t have a surfboard.
4. They had a spare surfboard.
5. My plan completely backfired.
I tried to whip up some courage as we walked to the water’s edge with our boards. I mean, I’d seen surfers on TV. How hard could it be? I could swim and I could skateboard, and surfing was really just skateboarding on water, right? I might even be really good at it, I thought.