It's August 29, 1982. Five days after my sweet-17. Relatives drop in and I'm sent to the local orchard to pick up some apples. It's a 4km drive. My 12 year old cousin, Susie, joins me for the ride. We pick up the apples. Then, since we're so close, I drive us down to the Rideau Locks. Park the car. Hop out and show my little cousin around. But what's that? A rusty little Civic is floating in the water. The rusty little Civic that I just parked. Out of gear. On a slope. Facing the water. my long-lost cousin Susie and I are both breast cancer survivors. Good thing we're resilient. We're going to be fine.