Many J/70 sailors – and possibly anybody with an attraction to small, planing boats – spent their early days in dinghies. For me, it was Lasers. I remember how much my weight moved fore-and-aft and side-to-side depending on sea state and wind velocity. In light air, I sat on the board with my legs to leeward, sheet between my legs, heeling the boat so maybe only a third of it was actually in the water. In heavy air, I was butt-back, hiking as hard as I could, moving weight as-needed to get the boat over the top of a wave. Once I was on the wave, it was back again, hoping the bow did not dig.