Easter vacation of '68 or '69, Parker strip. The Christmas before, my folks had bought me my first set of water skis. Now was my turn to learn how to ski. Being a short & fat 11 year old, I was having my difficulties getting up. Dad decided to take a different approach and thought he would have mom drive, little brother as the observer, and would have me "take off" in 4 or 5 feet of water, so that he could stand behind me and hold me upright until the boat popped me out of the water. We were at a little beach area maybe 50 yards up river from our launch ramp (yes, the infamous one) and simultaneously there was a guy standing on one of the slips with a single ski on and his wife was ilding their boat away from the dock. It was obvious to me,as I was paying more attention to him than to my own going ons, that he was about to do one of those hot dog shore starts from the slip. Well by this time my mom has the slack out of the tow rope and dad hollers "HIT IT"! By not having my grip ready pulled the rope handles from my hand after it jerked me out of the water a couple of feet. But I was back up to the surface quick enough to see what happened to the "Hot Dog" skier. His wife heard my dad holler "Hit it" and thought it was her husband. The poor guy had probably 10 feet of slack in his rope and tried to go with it when she launched him off the dock. Best damn superman imitation I've ever seen. As she circled around, he gave her the best X-rated tongue lashing I'd heard up to that time. To this day I still have the urge to holler "Hit it" whenever I see a guy getting ready to take off.