When you are a 12-year-old city slicker who is terrified of spiders, and your hobbies are chasing the ice-cream truck, developing movie-star crushes on guys like Ricky Nelson and Troy Donahue, and anticipating your first kiss (and your first "real" bra), the last place you want to spend your summer vacation is with your parents in a rustic cabin in the middle of the New Hampshire woods...especially when the cabin has no electricity, no running water, no indoor plumbing and, heaven forbid...no TV. Journey back to 1962 for a humorous look at the summer when I, along with my city friend, Janet, experienced the highs and lows of wilderness living. Unbelievably, in such an unlikely place, Janet met her Prince Charming. I, on the other hand, met 110,000 mosquitoes...and Conrad.