Diving into the cool water, I started to splash around.
It was summer 1989 and I was thousands of miles away from my home in Scotland, working as a counsellor at Camp America in Michigan.
At 21, it was my first time working abroad and it had been the perfect summer.
Long days under blue skies, evenings spent toasting marshmallows over campfires.
Making friends from all over the world.
But it was tainted when a group of us fell sick.
