I was lucky enough to grow up right on the beach. With 2 other boys my age. All neighbouring close by. With our dads heavily into windsurfing. The perfect place to learn and the competitiveness to out do one another as we progressed. Starting out around 5years old. We would hit the water in any wind possible with in reason. From the first to plane, too cracking 30knots speed and chasing the wind all over our state/mainland. Yep dad through us in some hectic conditions

But I'll never forget the opportunity he gave me and my mates. Both with gear, windsurfing trips and passing on his froth levels of windsurfing still imbedded in my brain for life. I still bloody love this sport, with the challenge/skill and the enjoyment from it. Meeting others with the same stoke and mindset. From the day I sat on the nose of his board on the plane. Around 4yrs old. To learning and now 20plus years on. I still get to speed sail the most rugged conditions with Dad and yes he still does beat me on the odd day

Now I can't wait to get my boy on a board soon! His only 2. Trying to be patient

And enjoy more years to come with 3 generations on the water at once. That's gold to me!