Top photo: I was eight years old and first time on the Circe (on any boat, for that matter). Funny story: this first outing was in the middle of a rain storm on Seattle's Lake Washington. My mother was calling everybody together for this group photo. Suddenly panic set in when I, eight years old and very small for my age, was no where to be found. Now Circe was moving at a good clip. I, finding this quite fun and exciting, was literally right near the bow (holding onto the railing) as the 62' Circe was going along at a decent clip, me getting drenched from both the rain and Lake Washington coming over the bow. I was just fine. Having the time of my life. My parents were in fits.
Middle photo: At age 10 I am (theoretically) steering where the Circe is going. (Note my father (Uncle Ben's identical twin) to my left making sure that I do not run us aground.)
Bottom photo: By age 12 I could actually be trusted to helm Circe without adult supervision.