When I was 13 my parents bought my brother and I a 16 foot sailing scow (x-boat by Johnson of White Bear Lakes, MN). We spent hours and hours replacing bad planks & bad fasteners, pounding oakum into the seams and recaulking. Dad helped us with the transom replacement. After launching the boat had to be checked often (even if we didn't sail that day) to pump out the bilge and keep it dry. I didn't have time to go joy-riding with my friends, most of whom spent time in juvenile facilities before graduating from high school. When I was 16 they bought us a 16 foot keel sloop. This boat was mahogany strip and got 10-12 of varnish in the spring after the oakum pounding and recaulking. It had bilge leaks and required constant vigilence to keep dry. I didn't have time to hang with my friends experimenting with drugs (this was the sixties). It was only years later that I realized how smart my parents had been to involve my brother and I in sailing. Besides giving us both us life-long love of the water (my brother no longers sails, he has a houseboat, that he built himself), they taught us the value of working toward a goal and kept us busy in positive ways. Wooden boats are great!