I am not too sure about the years, it was a long time ago. Never forgot it though.
Wild story = Hearing “the panther” growling outside the cabin window? Or hittin’ the rooster tail just perfect at the falls by Lake Toxaway? Or the summer we all did the Farmers and Indians thing buck naked (yeah, streaking was in that year…) Or maybe it was on the 25 mile canoe trip when the canoe I was in got lodged between two rocks in the rapids, and filled with water within about three seconds … or maybe it was just actually daring to ask one of the girls to dance 🙂