Like many east coast kids, I was shipped off to camp for a few weeks every summer. I tried all the things – archery, swimming, arts and crafts, soccer, etc. but when that little bathtub was pushed off the dock and I found myself completely self contained and out of any harasser’s reach, my mind was blown. It was like tasting a new flavor. I was on my own. My god, my own space.  I don’t have a lot of memories from that time, but it made enough of an impression that I signed up for a sailing clinic that fall. I  was the only girl and so housed separately…