I will never get a ten year paddle (or so I thought)

I will never get a ten year paddle (or so I thought)

There is no way I will last that long, I thought.

Indeed, I barely thought I would make it through the summer. I was already covered with mosquito bites (citronella does not really do it for me), and my first night stoop-sitting* had ended with me (I kid you not) peeing in my pants two steps away from the Senior washroom.