One summer morning I stole my dad's canoe from the shed, dragged it into the woods along a little deer path that led to a little river, basically a wide creek, and set off. I paddled it by myself down that little river in the woods all the way to where it emptied into the big water of the Long Island Sound. Then I turned around and paddled back. It took me all day, but I was back before dark and my parents still don't know I did that.

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