Freedom for me goes back to the days of a little 12 yr old going out on the lake in a sunfish during a nice blow. Just sailing for hours and hours, not caring when I would get home, Beating to windward, feeling every wave, even falling off a bit for some that were too large. Then that wonderful downwind leg back home, so peaceful, and free.
, here I always thought that Mom would be terrified, but she would say that all she had to do was go down to the dock
and look for the blue / white striped sail to know that I was OK.
I miss those days.