After we'd read all the 'suggestions', including the one below, the kids asked me how it had really happened.
I told them.
'No way!' some of them said. 'You don't go surfing. What really happened?'
I didn't need to say another word. A furious argument erupted within the class as one faction sought to convince the other that their elderly teacher does, in fact, surf.
A wave of respect seemed to flood the room, and the sea breeze brought admiring whispers with it.