I have fond memories of Florida's Tom Sawyer Island as well. There was the time we set sail to the Island and a sudden storm broke out, flooding the deck of the raft before we reached the other side of the river.
It was such a torrent that we took shelter in Injun Joe's Cave, and the rain went on so hard and so long, that my friend Jim actually peed in a cup found in the cave rather than run to Aunt Polly's or wherever the rest rooms were.
When the rain stopped, he chased us all over the island with that damn cup of pee!
Ah, good times
