I grew up in a rural town, Deep River in Connecticut, US, with my parents, Neil and Sandy, and my sister, Kim. My family had lived there for several generations, and Mom and Dad owned a couple of local shops; they were hard-working. As the town’s population was 1 500 and everyone knew each other, especially my family, I couldn’t get away with anything. If someone thought they saw me doing something wrong, they’d tell my parents, even if they had no proof.
My friends and I rode our bikes in the woods after school. I was in the Boy Scouts of America, and we camped in the woods. When I was older, a group of friends and I went on week-long river kayaking trips, carrying our gear in the…