Life was never easy...I was born a poor canoe person. It actually all started at YMCA Camp on the Mississippi River. You paddled for an hour against the current...for a net gain of a foot. Once you got to the up-river buoy, you could turn the canoe downstream and aimed for the dock. If you missed the dock, next stop was the YWCA camp.
That was fun, and is what life was like back then. As kids, you were lucky to have two sticks to rub together for a toy.
Now look at my toys!
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