We were climbing into a small, questionably unstable boat to cross the Zambezi river when my friend Terry started telling us a story. Terry has many stories, having traveled extensively and been somewhat of an adventurer.
When I was about 10-12, I hung-out with a group of boys my age at church. One of the guys, Kevin, was very annoying. You know, the kind of kid that says the wrong thing at the wrong time and embarrasses you in front of the girls, etc.?