I grew up on a sailboat based out of Grenada. We sailed the island chain up and down from Grenada to Puerto Rico often as my stepfather was retired military and we took advantage of the medical and commissary perks at Roosevelt Roads. We were often the only boat in White Bay, the coral and sea life was still beautiful most everywhere, we played hide and seek in the rocks at The Baths and often didn't run into any other people. Another core memory is helping my mom carry an enormous wrench through the airport in St. Thomas to help our friend "fix" the prop on the plane he had given us a ride on. Today, you can't even get a bottle of sunscreen through the airport! I definitely miss those days but also appreciate the refrigerator/freezer on my catamaran compared to our ice box, having 200+ gallons of water instead of 25 and being able to take a fresh water shower on the boat!