Julie-Ann writes: I grew up in Hampton, New Hampshire about five minutes from the ocean. I didn’t realize how much this would impact my life. I often sat on the beach wall at North Beach eating a bagel from JB’s Bagel (now KB’s Bagel) with my friends and family. We would talk, sit, watch and walk at the beach almost every day. When I was thirteen years old, I saw surfers catching waves and I said to myself, “Hey, I want to do that!” So, I started my surf journey.
Luckily, John Polzella, my parents’ friend from church, was giving surf lessons that summer. I thought we were going straight to the ocean, but John did not start me out in the water. He gave me a packet about surfing etiquette, showed me different types of surfboards (long, short, single fin, etc) and told me what each part of the surfboard was called. He showed me endless surf videos so I could see how people ride different surfboards and waves.
