stan_deezy
Lieutenant Commander
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- Oct 18, 2003
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So my SHT that I'd like to confess to happened years ago but the memory still haunts me
<br /><br />I was about 11 or 12 yrs old and my dad, who was ex Royal Navy 25yr man decided that I should learn to sail. I wasn't that keen, even in those days I prefered spark plugs to wind
<br /><br />He buys an old Mirror sailing dinghy and takes me to a lake. A very popular lake. A very busy lake
<br />After an hour of teaching me the ropes (literally) he decides that I am now ready for sailing solo. I'm not too keen. At the time I'd just seen the movie Jaws on its release at the cinema and even though it was a freshwater lake my young mind was not convinced that there wasn't "something" out there waiting to devour me.<br /><br />Anyway I get the wee dinghy underway and everything is going okay until I turn and head back for shore and I capsize
<br /><br />I panicked BIG STYLE forgot all the teaching about how to right the boat and how to get back on board. In my mind the only thing I could think of was that somewhere behind in the water there might be a shark......even though we're on a lake
<br /><br />I was screaming at my dad to help. He was standing on the shore surrounded by tourists and sightseers and even at the distance I could see he was angry, real angry.<br /><br />Then he shouted those fateful words that still haunt me...............<br /><br /><br />"STAND UP"
<br /><br />I was in three feet of water, splashing about like a loon! Never been so embarrassed in my life that I can recall and never lived it down in the family either 