My first couple of waves weren't too successful; I had kept tumbling forward as soon as I stood up, but I adjusted most of my weight to the back if the board and it worked better. And then - there it was - the perfect wave. I slid onto the board with my head facing the beach and paddled as hard and as fast as I could. When the wave caught up with me, I stood up and whoosh! Like a train, the wave thundered and then.. I saw it.
The waves were now swarming with nests of rubbish. There were plastic bags, tin cans and bottles floating everywhere. I stumbled on my board, distracted by the mess I saw. Suddenly, I felt the urge to swim away, to get out of the disgusting water. Unaware of my surroundings, my head plunged underwater, a wave had consumed me.
I saw the bottom of the water.
Pollution.
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