It’s April and our first day back in the water. OK, not really in the water, it’s still 52, but we were going to try to get up on at least one wave before we wimped out from the freezing temps. We pull the chariot up to the walkover. I’d loaded it, so the kids really hadn’t even handled their boards since last fall. My youngest, 11, grabs her fish and lets out this SQUEEEEAL of happiness… “Daddy! Look! My arms are FINALLY long enough to be able to grab my board!!!” Yeah, I laughed about that all week.