The summer of my ninth year, I spent several weeks assembling a wooden log raft. I had this wonderful idea that I would lazily drift down the Ohio River. I dragged old logs of different lengths and sizes down the shore along our property, and roped them together. Early one morning I pushed the raft out into the water and scrambled up on it. Though a bit tippy, I shouted for joy as the current started moving me downstream. Huck Finn had nothing on my raft!