By Sarah K. Anderson As eleven-year-olds, my friend Tammy and I decided to follow the river behind my house downstream about a mile towards town. By the time we hauled ourselves up the riverbanks and into the general store to buy candy, we came to see ourselves as adventurers who understood the river in a way that no one else did. Around this time, my friend Kristen and I wrote and published a town newspaper, which we sold at the…