It was a sunny August day in 1912. People crowded onto a pier in Atlantic City, New Jersey. Everyone was watching the ocean, waiting.
Down below, a man lay on a long wooden board. He paddled through the water with his arms. A wave curled toward him, growing larger and larger. With a quick hop, the man stood up. He glided along the wave, riding toward the shore.
At first, the crowd was silent. Was he standing on water?
Then everyone started clapping and cheering. For most of them, this was their first time seeing someone surf. They were watching a man from Hawaii named Duke Kahanamoku. And he was on a mission to bring his sport to the world.
It was 1912. It was a sunny day in August. People crowded onto a pier in Atlantic City, New Jersey. They looked down toward the ocean.
They saw a man on a long wooden board. He was lying down. A wave curled toward him. It grew larger. With a quick hop, the man stood up. He rode the wave toward the shore.
The crowd was silent. Was he standing on water?
Then everyone clapped and cheered. Most of them had never seen someone surf before. They were watching Duke Kahanamoku. He was from Hawaii. He wanted to bring his sport to the world.
It was a sunny August day in 1912 in Atlantic City, New Jersey. People were crowded onto a pier, watching the ocean—and waiting.
Down below, a man lying on a long wooden board paddled through the water with his arms. A wave that was growing larger and larger curled toward him. With a quick hop, the man stood up, and then he glided along the wave, riding toward the shore.
At first, the crowd was silent. Was he standing on water?
Then everyone started clapping and cheering. For most of them, this was their first time seeing someone surf. They were watching a man from Hawaii named Duke Kahanamoku. And he was on a mission to bring his sport to the world.