I was a typical 15 year-old boy with raging 15 year-old hormones. It was summer in upstate New York and my best friend Rob and his family had invited me on a camping trip to Wellesly Island on the St. Lawrence River. Since my family never went on vacations, I literally jumped at the chance.
It was about a three hour drive up to the river and onto the island, and toting along the huge trailer wasn’t speeding us up any. The camping contingent consisted of Rob’s father, mother, and two older sisters. Kathy was eighteen, flat-chested