Sharon High Sailing Narrative

As you walk through the dusty, pothole cover parking lot, you will see two things: small waves breaking on the shore of a beautiful, glimmering lake and off to the side, a rusty, green shipping container with a boarded up window. If you look at the container closely, you can see a faint sign scratched into the paint that reads “Sharon High Sailing.” Four years ago, inside that grimy old container, I met my team. They were motley group of individuals, the valedictorian, a jock, the chess team captain and a boy on the verge of failing out, but they all had one thing in common, a love for sailing. On my first day, I never would have thought that these people would become some of my closest friends, but after just one year, I knew I had found