When I was 12, my parents packed up the car, took me out of school, and drove us to Burnt Store Marina. I had been sick for a month straight and had no signs of feeling better anytime soon. When I hit that Kentucky boarder, my cough was gone and I was stoked to get to Florida. Turns out I was just allergic to our furnace. :)
The Burnt Store Marina will forever hold a sweet spot in my heart.