It started as a holiday by the sea, nothing more than bare feet on warm sand and salty air in the morning breeze. The ocean looked calm, but stepping into it still took a little courage. She didn’t rush. She laughed when she fell, brushed the water from her face, and paddled back with a quiet smile. Surfing, girl style easygoing on the outside, but serious about enjoying every moment. Some waves were missed, some rides lasted only seconds. But in between, there was freedom. Not about being perfect, not about standing the longest just feeling alive, carried gently by the ocean. That day, the sea didn’t ask for strength. Only courage, joy, and the willingness to try.