Yesterday I was out at my sisters summer house with her and her husband. This was where my wakeboarding started, behind our little 50 horsepower out boarder. I started thinking about what it would have been like if my dad hadn’t suggested that I tried wakeboarding. I’d never have started and probably would be in uni somewhere loving the few weeks of summer holidays. I’m happy my dad got that old wakeboard when I was 13 instead of just letting me tube like I wanted to 😉