If there is one thing you can always count on it's frothing groms at 3pm when school lets out. Most of the time I think of them as a plague. They always seem to be in the way and they paddle around you like you are only there to watch them. This day was different though. Matt had been surfing for four hours alone and his legs were done. There was no one else on the beach until four groms came running up the sand, eyes glued to the perfect a frames that were everywhere you looked. They ran 50 yards past Matt and paddle out into a perfect session, alone, and laughing.