I started sailing at 7 because my brother - 6 years older than me - was sailing. Everyone I knew sailed, and we'd start in May and sail until September. Weather didn't matter - unless it was dangerous. We were wet most of the time and didn't care. Mom put our sneakers in the oven to get them dry for the second day of the weekend regattas.
And all winter long we dreamed of sailing.
And I still do - there's nothing like slicing through the water, sails full - and no noise. And there's nothing like the excitement of racing, although that is now best left to younger, more agile sailors.
The Starboard Tack is my way of still being connected to the greatest sport ever - AHOY!