Young and foolish or just part of growing up?
Young most certainly and of course foolish . . . the mildest of terms to use in those wonderous days of just growing up with that magical cloak of adventure that was constantly opening us up to new worlds.
It was Madagascar and we were anchored out in the bay, it was incredibly hot and the water looked so inviting.
From around the headland a freighter flying the 'Red Duster' came and anchored a couple of hundred yards away from us and it wasn't long before the crew of both ships were on deck, towels flapping and waving, each daring the other into making the first plunge over the side into the water.
After several minutes of this stalemate it was obvious that being the only one of my nationality onboard and still proving myself that I would have to be the first to go, and before I even realised it I was in the sea shortly to be followed by a dozen or more of my shipmates and those of the other vessel.
Suddenly the sea didn't look so colourful or captivating as the brochures would have you believe, but dark and dangerous and as I peered into the blackness I couldn't help wondering if there was a shark already moving towards those dangling white legs.
By this time the crews were having such a great time they never even realised that I had already climbed out of the water.