1985...fifth grade. My family would rent a little cottage at a "resort" outside of Montello Wisconsin on a small 90 acre lake. I had learned to ski on a blue plastic sled trainer and would follow the natural progression combos, drop a ski, deep water start, etc. This place was unique because you could rent the boat by the hour....boat, driver, and equipment was included. Basically you just show up for your time slot and ski. I learned to slalom on a wood Obrien comp because that's what they had. Because the lake is small there was a 70 HP limit do we learned behind a small 17ft orange fiberglass Lund. The driver was a local teenager named Dave Rowe and rather than pull skiers (tubes weren't really around yet) he actually taught people to ski. Great teacher, great motivator. On friday nights after the resort patrons were done skiing, he would ski with his buddy and look for the lightest spotter around which happened to be me. Keep in mind, I'm 5th grade and these guys were juniors or seniors in high school....very cool. They would slalom...big spray...drench the chicks on the raft. Then they would barefoot...bomb outs tumble turns all behind a 70HP motor. I was hooked!