I was prompted to recall memories from my youth this evening, which I hadn't thought about in a very long time. In the late 70's, I got into a bit of a surfing kick and spent one summer on the beaches of Newquay in Cornwall learning to surf. For most of the first week or so, all I did was try and stay upright, and failed. But when frustration was begining to set in, I got it and surfed a...