No Map Response (4/28/16) I smile at Emily, and she smiles back. "My competition is on Friday, Regs," she says. "I'd like you to be there." "Of course," I say, because I can't remember a summer where I didn't watch my little sister surf. "I'm going to win this year," she says confidently, as if I said I doubted her. She smiles fiercely, and then runs off, probably to go surfing with her friends as practice. I remember watching Emily's first surf competition, summers ago, when she was six and I was twelve. It was the summer she surfed for a recreational league that focused on learning the basics of surfing. Still, she wanted to sign up to be in a competition, even though she'd only practiced on simulated waves with a board so beat up and used that you knew just had to have belonged to seven people before her. Courtney and I sat on a blanket on the sand with a perfect view of Emily when she started to paddle out. Alrea...