As a child, my parents fiercely protected me.
At their insistence, I remained close to home and under their tight watch. And then, one day in early 1959, they let go.
When I turned thirteen, my mom and dad either tired of regulating my every move or began to trust me. Either way, it was as if the door to my cage had been left unlocked. Since my friends were similarly liberated, it wasn’t long until a small band of thirteen-year-old boys was roaming the area around Bellingham Bay, mostly unfettered, and completely unsupervised. We didn’t know it, but we had entered our Huck Finn years.
