I recall those beautiful summer mornings with my parents by the sandy beach of Belek. My father used to teach me how to ride waves. I remember him constantly emphasizing the fact that no wave, no matt...
If you can't do what you really want to do, then do the next best thing!
If I had a thousand sons, the first humane principle I would teach them should be to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.