One summer morning, in the mid-80s, I stepped into that shop to signup for a week-long windsurfing summer camp. Little did I know how much that camp would impact in my life.
In the years to follow, I went windsurfing every chance I got. I got my first windsurfer when I was in middle school. I lived on a canal and I would sail that board out into Santa Rosa Sound, the body of water between Pensacola Beach and Gulf Breeze.
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