Millions of years ago, our slimy ancestors crawled out of the sea, determined that their future offspring would walk on land, climb the tallest mountains, and let everyone know what they were eating on social media. But a lot of our marine relatives stayed behind for one reason: to catch some tubular waves, Dude. Before surfing became something to do with your brah (or LADYbrah), it was deeply embedded in Polynesian culture, particularly in Hawaii. There was a significant spiritual component to surfing, and new boards and their riders would actually be prayed for. It was so popular that even the kings got into it, surfing on their own special beach, which common people weren't allowed on. Then the Europeans swung by with their diseases and different way of life and ruined everything, causing a major setback to surfing and diminishing the spiritual component. It was, as the Hawaiians - probably don't - say, a real bummer, man. A revival started by Hawaiian superstar athlete Duke Kahanamoku took off in the 1950s, thanks to technological advances in California that made boards lighter, smoother, and most importantly, totally gnarly.
