I generally trace my paddling career back to when I was a 13-year-old summer camper--that's when I really started to love the sport and learn the many boat-handling skills. But my earliest experiences in a canoe occurred when I was younger than that. My parents' good friends owned (and still own) a cabin on the Spring River at Hardy, Arkansas, and our two families would go up there at least once a summer when I was little. They had a canoe, and the little kids would sit in the middle while the grownups and bigger kids paddled. Of the two small boys in this picture, I'm the one on the left. I guess I'm about seven or eight years old.
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