As a kindergardener, in our family's 14 ft Larson runabout with a 33 Johnson, I would ride curled up under the bow listening to water splash around the hull. I loved the boat but was afraid of the propeller. My dad wanted to show me how to ski, but I wouldn't go behind the boat because of that propeller, so my Dad put me in the ski's, and with a little help from Mom to get me up, he ran down the beach pulling the rope, pulling me skiing down the shore in the shallows.
After that, it was so much fun I lost all fear of the Propeller, and would water ski all over the lake behind that little Larson, beginning a lifetime of skiing fun.
Thanks Dad!