Long time ago, in a town of Maine not so far away....

University of New England Freshman Orientation Day 1, June 2009. My mom, brother, sister and I ventured to Biddeford, ME so that they could send me off for orientation. I had decided to take a "trailblazer" orientation instead of the regular weekend orientation because I would get a chance to go on a little kyayak trip and be there for an extra day ahead of the orientation. Little did I know how much that day would change the rest of my life.

I will let Drew tell the rest of the story.

We met at college orientation on a kayaking trip. I was confident in my ability to maneuver a kayak and volunteered to show everyone else how to get in one. They had wanted a demonstration of how to get into the kayaks from a dock and how to lower yourself into the kayak, instead of just getting in one on shore and scooting into the water. When I went to demonstrate this, the two orientation leaders holding each end of the kayak must not have had a good hold because I very quickly fell into the Saco River,  fully clothed. When I emerged, my jeans and sweatshirt were completely soaked. I looked like a drowned rat. Everyone laughed except Molly (although truth be told she laughed a little). That’s when we first met.