Sailing

We had a sailboat at our summer cottage.  I never learned to sail and didn't like sailing.  I felt trapped in that slow moving boat that depended on the winds.  Once I went for a sail with my father.  I don't know why I would have agreed to that but I soon wanted to go home.  Needed to go home.  I didn't quite make it to shore before I had an accident.  A horrible memory.  And yes, my father scared me.

Perhaps I don't need to add, but I will, that I never told this story to anyone.  Certainly there was no one to tell at the time.  If I'd been met with lovingkindness this would be a different story, not mine.