Only the Beginning

I was exhilarated. It was my first road trip without an adult, not that we would have done anything against the law anyways. I had been thinking about this trip for seven months, and planning for about three, and we were successful. My roommate and I pulled together a group, and headed on our way to Folly Beach, Carolina for some surfing. Eventful was an understatement. Several interesting stories have accumulated from the trip, but I will begin at the beginning. We stepped on the gas, and arrived at our campsite ten minutes from the beach we were to surf at. Just like most camping trips, we set up our tents and moseyed around searching for firewood. After our successful search, we built a fire, made and ate dinner, had worship, and drifted off to bed. Day one, and our trip was a success. Day two, lead into some surprise. We got together; deciding that we were going to go walk along the beach for some time, then tour the city.  Upon arriving at the beach, the four of us walked and chatted about our adventure. In the distance we spotted remainder stumps from an old dock. Our imagination wandered as we stood on the remainder stumps and attempted karate. I glanced back at the sand, and noticed a flawlessly flat spot that was perfect for a handstand. While the others were distracted, I pranced about ten feet up placed my hands in the sand and bounced, kicking one foot in the air. One second, I imagined my handstand to be perfect, and the next, I was efficiently curling up into a ball as I heard my pants tear. I noted that the new addition to my pants was about ten inches long and about two and a half inches wide. Perfect for exposure to anyone who stood in front of me. After collecting myself from laughter, I took my sweatshirt off, and wore it as an apron until I arrived at a gas station with a change of clothes. That was only the beginning to our adventures.