Originally featured in Outer Edge magazine. A mass of chattering eight-year-olds guided by a gnarly looking crusty blonde dude with skin the colour of aged oak run down the beach with lifesaving caps tied in neat bows under their chins. They head straight in without hesitation; duck diving under a vicious shore break before popping up out the back, one-by-one, easy as penguins. Like prodigies put in front of a piano to recite Beethoven, kids who instinctively love the ocean quickly learn to …