When I was much younger, I believe before my accident, I am pretty sure that I have some memories of taking a summer course, or something similar at a yacht club or something close. I think we used a much simpler vessel to learn on, simpler sail configurations, but at the same time, we did learn enough. I’m pretty sure it was reasonably fun.
I guess we moved, or something, because I did not stay friends with that set of friends at that time. We lost track, grew apart. All in all, memories of youth tend to be of happier times.