By: Charlene Aviles, Staff Writer When I was 16 years old, I started wakeboarding at a church summer camp. At first, I was too shy to join my friends, but with persistence, they convinced me to give it a shot. It took me a while to learn, but any sign of growth, whether big or small, pushed me to keep going. Everyday, the parent volunteers started the wakeboarding sessions at 7:00 a.m. Since it was my first time, I decided to start by watching my friends. Everyone else on the boat was very experienced, so I felt intimidated to practice…
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