Sailing

Sailing is something that I remember as bringing my family together. The air smells like fall and I let the sun shine onto my face and the wind blow my hair in all directions. I’m not really quite sure what it was that was so magical about our boat. That is something I’m not likely to soon forget. When my Mother and Father were having problems they would take us sailing and the boat just seemed to bring us together. Closing my eyes, I am a fish and this is my home. The fish wiggles and writhes but my brother shows no mercy and throws him in the cooler in the back of the boat. Maybe it was the air, or maybe it was the ocean, but I think it must have been just being together without a care in the world. I could think of no better place to spend a Sunday afternoon. In more ways than one our sailboat healed us all, and made us a family. One wave came along that shook the little boat, and everyone gasped in excitement, but the wind pushed us back. But a glance to the right leaves my family and I alone with the ocean.