I don't own a boat. Though I thoroughly enjoy going on one. Years ago, when I was a little more single—no husband, only one child—friends would invite us boating. One had a motor boat and his slip mate had a sailboat. We'd go out and they'd tie the boats together and we'd just boat hop, eating and grilling and drinking. Boaters drink a lot of alcohol. I cannot hold my alcohol which is why I could never keep up. It was a great summer, filled with open sea fireworks, food, friends, and that damned alcohol. Then the summer waned, the leaves fell, and friends went back to work full time, saving the rest of their vacation time for Christmas. We'd meet up every now and then at a bar, but I couldn't drink if I was driving. So that waned, too. But I never forgot that feeling of the wind on your face and on your back, and how good it felt to be one with me, my thoughts, and the closest thing to God I have ever experienced. It was peace and contentment, and bliss. Now as my life is filled with so much chaos, I long for that feeling of peace, though I suppose I have it in other ways. I may not be alone or sail anymore, but I do feel complete contentment knowing my kids (there's three of them now) are healthy and happy.
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