
Timmy was in his backyard with his mom. He looked at the big blue sky, which was very clear and bright.
"Mom, can I go surfing?" Timmy asked.
"Well, Timmy," she said with a smile, "the water looks a little too thick for you right now. Maybe later when it's a bit thinner."
Timmy frowned, and his mom gave him a hug.
"Don't worry," she said, "you can still practice here on the grass. Maybe you can even make a surfboard out of a cardboard box."
Timmy brightened up and nodded. He ran to the garage, grabbed a thick cardboard box, brought it to the backyard and started to make a surfboard. He was having lots of fun and his mom was encouraging him the whole time.
Finally, Timmy's surfboard was ready. He took it to the beach and asked his mom if he could try it out.
"Of course," she said with a smile, "just be careful!"
Timmy got on the surfboard and paddled out into the water. His mom cheered for him as he rode the waves and had the time of his life.
