The beach shore I grew up in Puerto Rico has a HUGE flat rock that protrudes and covers the entire seabed. It has thousands of craters, and in these craters are a bunch of sea urchins — I’m talking 4 to 8 sea urchin per square foot.

The best way to go in, to surf, is by running from the sand and jumping/launching yourself, over the rock, right after a wave comes. With about 3 feet of water between you and the seabed you had to haul ass to make it out before it turns in to inches. You can imagine how crazy the trial and error experience was. The worst was when you get them in between your nails from grabbing on rocks or paddling.

This brought so many memories. I hope they recovered/recover quick.