Summer of Fun
A note to my readers: I have once again set this story in the sixties prior to the internet and cell phones robbing teenagers of their naïveté. I didn’t want to go, and neither did my brother, Josh. Every summer, we’d go to either Galveston or Corpus, and we always looked forward to it. This year however, our parents wanted to rent cabins out in the woods at a small private lake two hours from where we lived. This was going to be the worst vacation ever. After all, what could we possibly do...