Seems not too long ago that friends and I were caught in a bad storm right after we had deliberately tipped our kayaks over and were drifting helplessly in the sea at East Coast Beach... and how it was the coast guards of sorts that had to come tie our boats together and pull us back to shore as we huddled together in the rain, silent from the cold but euphoric otherwise.
Those were special days when I didn't know fear, only fun.
As I told this story to my son today, I know I wish him many adventures ahead too. Leave the worrying to this momma. You go find your special days. (And please be safe!)