This is from early 1990's. (Can't remember exactly, but I'd guess USSR had already collapsed at this point, and there was this sense of new hope for better future...) I'm 16 or 17 (UnReal World was already published). Steering the 17 feet sailing boat of our family. Mobile phones weren't yet a thing, so those three day sailing trips had some real sense of "being away from the world". Although, this bigger boat was designed to be operated by two persons, so for many summers I went sailing together with my father. (Most of the time it was okayish, for my father wanted to have a holiday from his work, he didn't talk that much, so I was able to enjoy the freedom of my own thoughts.)