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When my family went sailing, I was usually the youngest of the bunch, much more likely to be scared than enjoying myself. Consequently, I’ve always had an in-built respect for the power of the sea. I think this fear is at least partially well founded. My father did not learn to sail before he was an adult, we, the kids were still small, and my mother was always focusing on upkeep tasks when we embarked on our first sailing vacations with our folkboat. Later, as I and my family became more adept, my memories consist more of wonderful recollections and experiences. For a child, swimming and playing in the water were the eternal dream: if only the water had not been mostly too cold. But the cleanliness of the seawater was something we never needed to discuss.
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