As I stare an awful economy in the face I found myself daydreaming away to a happy place. Growing up on the Swedish west coast, summers were what one lived for. My family sailed on a Najad every summer for 17 years. We met up with friends who sailed on their boats at various islands around the archipelago. Most all of us were sailors, we didn't hang much with stink potters ( power boaters).
It's nice to have memories like this, I wonder what my children will remember of their childhood as happy days?
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