In middle school, just as I was starting to do my bangs, go to country club dances, shave my legs and shower daily, my parents got a new hobby. They could not just play golf or redecorate like some of the other parents I knew. Instead, they bought a boat. A really big boat. The kind that slept six, had a full kitchen, bathroom and even a decent sized shower. Most tweens would probably be thrilled that for all practical purposes their family owned a yacht, but unless it came with it’s own personal hot tub I was not impressed. This is also a good time to mention that my parents knew almost nothing about sailing and that I really did not like the weekend jaunts down to Kemah that kept me away from my very own phone line that boys were so not calling me on…(but a girl could dream). Almost every weekend as long as the weather was nice and there was decent wind we would head south. I’d go down below while my parents checked lines and sails and located the winch. ...