why sailing?

Getting back to my passion for sailing.... I had a few eyebrows raised over my statment about hating sailing. It started about age 11.This was my first ocean voyage; and my one and only encounter with a hurricane at sea. That event alone made me hate and fear sailing. But, against all the arguments I could present, we still sailed to Bernuda every summer. Our perpetual shake down cruise for around the world trip, one day. My hate for sailing grew. I wanted to spend the summer at home playing with my friends. Slowly as I entered in my teen years, Bermuda itself became a drawing factor. And I was allowed to bring friends along sailing. The hate began to lose it's edge. And then one day there was a love and a passion there; like the day I realized I loved the man who was to become my husband. It was like a veil being removed and I could see clearly....meg