Fifteen-year-old me, struggling to catch a wave on my friend’s painted and unwaxed shortboard in the West End shorebreak, could never have imagined the adventures that surfing would send my way over the next three decades.

From Mexico and Costa Rica to California, Oregon, Washington and even Canada, surfing has unlocked a world of exploration to me I didn’t know existed before I tried to catch my first wave.

Stephen Hadley is a longtime surfer who lives and works in Galveston. If you have an idea for this column, email him at stephendhadley@gmail.com.

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Kelly Naschke

Another great read Stephen. It very much hits home. I was literally born on a surfboard. My father and all of his brothers, who lived on 19th and O were all surfers. It was never a conscious decision to surf...it was something that I did, and wanted to keep doing. I’m 52 and still trying to surf as much as I can. See you out there soon!

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