A bit more surfing history from Australia.
This time it's almost all about me
My first board 1958 it was known as the can opener 9'6" balsa pig board basic just round rails and a D fin.
My father required me to swim a mile before he would allow me to have it!
It was 1960 when the older guys allowed me to paddle out on a small Dee Why Point day.
A day like this

- Unchanged in backhand stance.
The amazing thing is my stance backhand hasn't changed all that much.
Local council and surf clubs in their wisdom decided that surfers should register their boards and there was supposed to be an insurance scheme backing us against injury.
Surf clubs would confiscate unregistered surf boards or boards that got washed in through swimming areas ( there were no leashes).
your board would be checked for rego if you walked down the beach.
So jumping off the point rocks and exiting from them became a necessary skill.

- This photo was by a great photographer of the time Bob Weeks
Next board
About the time I finished high school 1967/68 board shortening was beginning.
I had hacked the end off my long board and added a Greenough fin and started recruiting Japanese exchange students into the evil art of surfing.
Graduation from high school at 18 meant you received a draft notice for conscription to the military and the Vietnam war.
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So University for me, and as boards got shorter the hair got longer and playing with snakes became an option, Hippy days on the North Coast of New South Wales .
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A potted history of that part of my life ( pun intended) The long and the short of it and back to long!
Great times, Golden days and much of the freedom we enjoyed then has been drawn up and submerged in regulations ( but that is another story)
I've taken up troll hunting just for fun, instead of a rifle I'll just use a pun! 冲浪爷爷