Surfing the breaking waves on Mayport Beach gives a feeling I will never forget. I was 12 years old when my family and I lived on the shore of a small town known as Mayport. Two consecutive years we dwelled in our cozy little beach house watching the gleaming ocean through our windows. Everyday I would take the path over the sandy dunes, dodging the prickly spurs and the sharp cati, onto the golden white beach. I walk toward the shoreline searching the soil for any treasures the sand may hold for me. As I look out, my eyes see nothing but the glasslike water disturbed only by waves breaking on the shore. I drop my board in the cool water and begin to paddle out into the endless ocean. As I approach the break
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