why sailing?

oops! I bet you thought I forgot my blog this week? No such luck! As I was saying my dad handed down the passion for sailing to me the 4th of four girls. He started me sailing in the Chesapeake Bay at the age of 6 years old. He had me sailing our catamaran. She looked like a wooden shoe from the side view. I basicly learned to sail multi-hull boats first. I remember we would sail over to the sandy beach on the barrier island where I now live. I also remember sailing home one evening and having flood lights trained on us because someone thought we were poaching their oyster beds Funny the things you remember as a kid,I must have been impressed with the lights and gruff voice behind the lights. Back to sailing, it was fun and a bit of adventure in my young life.But,soon I would go through a time of hating sailing.....