a boogie board
Mar 25, 1996: My first day of life! My birth
was bumpy but quick in a small factory in China. My father is
a large piece of Styrofoam and my mother is a very colorful silkscreen.
She was trendy in her day, though the design seems a bit dated
(you know the type… dolphin, sunset, flowers – a spin-off
from the late-80’s historic look of Ocean Pacific), but
it works for me. I love it!
Nov 13, 1996: After months and months on boats
and trucks, I arrive at a warehouse. I am stacked with countless
other boards just like me, all waiting for their chance in the
sun. I wonder where I’ll end up? On the white-sand beaches
of Maui, or on the exotic coast of Fiji? Maybe I’ll end
up riding with movie stars in Malibu or even shine on the pro-tour
circuit! I can’t wait!
one of my owners,
all his worldly possessions (at least this
picture shows my good side)
Jun 20, 2000: I am going nowhere. I have sat
in this same dusty place for years. I am grotesquely out of style.
I hate this stupid dolphin design! Other boards get sent out,
probably to Hollywood or Zanzibar while I sit here and rot. Damn,
what I wouldn’t give for a chance with Brangelina. I know
they’d just love me if only I got the chance - a chance
that will never come. Depression is setting in. I can feel the
darkness closing in on all sides...
Feb 03, 2001: I have been shipped to a distribution
center in Portugal! Rumor has it that we were purchased as part
of a large shipment at a discount rate but I don’t care.
It’s not Monaco but at least it’s out of that warehouse.
Now I’ll show ‘em. They’ll never hold me back
again. It’s my chance to shine!
Jun 28, 2001: Yes! Finally! My new home is
Artisanato Santos, a small store in the the main square overlooking
the ocean in a tiny beachside town called Zambujeira do Mar. The
locals are friendly and stop by the store often. An occasional
tourist comes by to look around the crowded shelves. Surely someone
will soon pick me and take me to the beach – I can almost
taste the salt and feel the wind!
Sept 19, 2004: I’ve actually grown to
like this life. I’m taken out and displayed in the sun in
front of the store almost everyday. In the evenings it’s
back in the store and I stay dry in storage in the winter. Things
could be worse.
Jul 08, 2005: Oh my gosh - they picked me!
A nice (if somewhat naïve looking) American couple picked
me! But after that, I’m not quite sure what happened. The
man unwrapped me with the enthusiasm of an 8-year-old and we went
straight to the beach. It was a dream come true – the ocean,
the sun, it was heaven! He picked me up and we ran into the water
together. I felt the first kiss of the surf on my edges. But then,
he ran straight back to the beach, shivering and shaking. It’s
the ocean; it’s supposed to be cold, you ninny! For the
rest of the day I was used as a lowly pillow (and a quite uncomfortable
one at that, I imagine).
my second owner
Jul 10, 2005: After sitting in the hallway
of their apartment for a few days, I am again taken to the beach.
But this time I don’t get anywhere near the ocean; again,
I am but a pillow. At one point, the woman went to the water’s
edge, but she came back immediately after sticking her toe in.
I see other people in the water; I don’t know what is wrong
with my owners! Silly Americans.
Jul 14, 2005: Yesterday we journeyed to Lagos.
A new town, a new hope, or so I thought. We went to the beach
today, but there is no wind here, and thus no surf. My life is
a comedy of disappointments.
Jul 17, 2005: My owners are leaving town in
a few days. They have given up on me. But as a last gesture, they
find a small Portuguese boy and give me to him. At last, salvation!
Within two minutes, my new owner and his father have launched
me into the ocean. I am free, I am happy, I have an owner that
appreciates and loves me and isn’t a wimp! I am fulfilled.