My mom was married to a Mexican guy - a surfer - and so we'd kind of camp out on the beach the swell season.
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I'm a surfer. I grew up in Southern California and used to surf twice a day, every day.
I was born and raised in Santa Cruz, California, and the whole lifestyle revolves around the beach. My parents met surfing, and the beach was a major part of our daily lives.
Growing up, I used to go to an inlet to lay out and try to meet all the surfer guys.
I grew up surfing. My dad probably put me on a surfboard before I could walk.
I've been around the surf culture since I was a kid. I grew up in a beach town in Rhode Island. Then eventually I lived in Dana Point, Calif., a real surf hotbed.
I've been boogie-boarding, off and on, since I was a kid. But I started being devoted to the cause of getting up every morning to surf, when I'm in Los Angeles, about a decade or so ago.
People go surfing before work and paddling afterward. My husband is from Wisconsin, and he goes to work in his Hawaiian shirt.
I like surfing in Mexico a whole lot better than sitting with people in Washington that I don't even like.
I surfed Dana Point, San Clemente, and of course Huntington Beach. Every morning, you could find me at the hot water pipe.
I was a good surfer because we grew up a block from the water, and my father took us to the ocean the way other fathers take their kids to the park.