My son is attending a two-week beginner sailing camp. Every time I drop him off or pick him up, I am blown away by the beauty of the harbor filled with sailboats. I have never sailed, but my mom sailed for years, ending when I was about ten or eleven. For the life of me, I cannot figure out if my visceral reaction to the boats is one of nostalgia for time spent at the sailing club as a kid or if it's merely a feeling of peacefulness created by the combination of sailboats and water. How on earth did I ever live inland?