When I was a boy ...

Familiar face

When I was a boy, in the winter, I spent hours walking uphill with my toboggan just so I could race it downhill.  It was great fun.

Today, many years later, it felt like nothing much has changed.  Only the ride.

The forecast for today was west winds 20 - 30 knots.  Dean and I met to spend a couple of hours paddling into the wind, out into the bigger waves and surf them back in.  It was just as much fun as those of so many years ago.

I may be more mature (though that may be questionable) but I'd be pleased if I'd be forever the boy inside the man.