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This could be split into two facets – the want of a child, and the want of an adult. When I was a kid (around nine, I think), all I wanted for Christmas was a surfboard. I’m a born, bred, and natural Australia, so being brought up on the beach wasn’t uncommon. I loved the sun, the sand, the water. Even getting sand in my shorts wasn’t an issue.
I used to sit and watched the burly surfers for hours, my feet dug into the hot sand. I started asking for a surfboard when I was six years old. I was fascinated with how they managed to stay on and even spent a few years of my early childhood believing what my cousin told me in that surfers got glued to their boards, and some even used chewing gum to hold them in place. Great! Fly about in the water and get to chew loads of gum to pull it off. The mind of a six year old lives in simplicity.
Christmas at nine years old, I was convinced was going to be there year. I saved all my pocket money to buy special straps to carry it on my shoulder. It never came. In fact, my Christmas presents that year consisted of things like a school bag and a fountain pen. I think my father really believed he could start molding me at that age.
I bought my own surfboard when I was sixteen, though I never really got over hoping to see a board-shaped package sitting under the tree for me every year up to that point. It’s funny the things that stick with you once you leave your childhood behind.