"Totally, I completely get it. Same with dance or Tai chi, people always get mad at themselves and it stunts their progress. Those that let go, wind up finding their movement."
"Oh, not getting you a fruit basket. I am getting you your own trees." Layla stated, but soon a wave came, Layla was eager to hop on it. Cresting the wave, Layla felt it, smiling like a loon then. Her back foot came up slightly, but Layla pinned it down softly this time, by tucking her butt more. Riding the wave all the way to the shoreline. Layla's eyes were saucers.
"Holy Crap! WOOT!" Layla raised her arms in the air, feet planted firmly on the board.