Flashbacks

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Twenty seven years ago...

Two thirteen year old boys with surfboards, along with other people were in the beach surfing. One of the thirteen year olds had golden brownish hair, all the way to his shoulders. While the other thirteen year old had dark golden hair, up to his neck. As the two of them were riding some waves, both boys decided to take a break and go back to the shore.

"Ha, another sweet ride." said the thirteenth year old with the golden brownish hair, as he stands  his surfboard up and sits down on the sand close to it.

"Yeah, we totally shredded that wave towards here." said the thirteenth year old with the dark golden hair, as he also stood his surfboard up and sat down on the sand closer and closer to his friend.

"Honestly, the weather is perfect. The water is perfect, and everything is just perfect." said the thirteenth year old with the golden brownish hair

"Yeah." said the thirteenth year old with the dark golden hair

"Hey Teddy?" said the thirteenth year old with the golden brownish hair

"Yeah?" said the thirteenth year old with the dark golden hair

"Do you ever wonder what we are going to do after we become adults?" said the thirteenth year old with the golden brownish hair

"Probably become pro surfers, and go on a world tour. When we become pro surfers, so that they can put us in a good surfing team and so that they can also let us be in the olympics, if we ever do qualify for it." said the thirteenth year old with the dark golden hair

"Yeah, I was thinking the exact same thing." said the thirteenth year old with the golden brownish hair

The thirteenth year old with the golden brownish hair then lies down on the sand.

"I had that talk with my father again." said the thirteenth year old with the golden brownish hair

"Really? What did he say?" said the thirteenth year old with the dark golden hair

"He said that if I was sure what I was planning on doing. Because I guess that he thinks that becoming a pro surfer isn't a great option for me." said the thirteenth year old with the golden brownish hair

"What?!" said the thirteenth year old with the dark golden hair

"Yeah... I don't know, I've been thinking of what other things that I like to do. Just in case if being a pro surfer isn't good enough for me. I guess your parents want to decide what is best for you, or for them." said the thirteenth year old with the golden brownish hair

"Yeah, if you also go along with their idea, on what they want you to become... it's practically because they want you to do the thing that they think it's better." said the thirteenth year old with the dark golden hair

"Yeah, even though our parents tell us that our voices matter, and whatever we choose to be will be okay for them. But to be honest, they will sometimes choose our paths. My father wants me to be something that I don't want to be (he then looks at his friend, that was sitting next to him). So what does your father tell you? Does he think that you should live your dreams, or choose the path that he wants you to follow?"  said the thirteenth year old with the golden brownish hair

"My father doesn't tell me anything. He just tells me to follow my dreams. And that whatever I pick, he would always approve of it and support me." said the thirteenth year old with the dark golden hair

"Aw, lucky. You are so lucky." said the thirteenth year old with the golden brownish hair, as he stood up.

"Yeah." said the thirteenth year old with the dark golden hair

"Man, I am so amped for our next tournament! I mean bro, we've been undefeated champs! Winning the other surfing teams, I can't wait!" said the thirteenth year old with the golden brownish hair

"Yeah! We could even win again!" said the thirteenth year old with the dark golden hair

The thirteenth year old with the dark golden hair then stood up from the sand, and walked next to his surfboard. A friend also stands up from the sand and stands next to his surfboard.

"Well, we should be getting back to the water. If we ever want to ride some more waves." said the thirteenth year old with the golden brownish hair

"Yeah..." said the thirteenth year old with the dark golden hair

There was a long pause. 

"Last one in the line up! Is a rotten egg!" said the thirteenth year old with the dark golden hair, as he grabs his surfboard and runs to the water.

"Hey! No fair! You got a head start!" said the thirteenth year old with the golden brownish hair, as he grabs his surfboard, runs behind his friend, and goes into the water.

As the two guys reach the line up, they then chuckle and some waves together.

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