Some unknown vandals had visited the park during the night and carried a picnic table from a nearby campsite down to the platform and dumped it off into the lake. Settling under the water, the table hadn't been visible from the platform, due to the lake's murkiness.
Wait a minute. This is supposed to be 1977. Why are they playing a song from 1979?
What did bother me back then, if only in the back of my mind, was the Allen character's view of the relationship-- his blatant need, as the much wiser older man, to mold and shape the naive, innocent girl into the kind of person he thinks she should become, i.e. his own idealized companion.
I was determined to make this dog my friend, so I walked up on it a third time. Same result. This time, the dog had drawn a little blood and the spots on my arm where it had clamped its jaws down were starting to hurt.
Sometime after all the Reagan-inspired early Eighties liberal paranoia regarding nuclear annihilation kicked into gear, my dad decided to begin construction of a bomb shelter.
Flying off the handle and taking his anger out on a pair of harmless 6th Graders made the guy look irrational, bitter and faintly crazy.
The Seventies version features lost, terrorized kids being saved by the actions of an adult search party. The Thirties version is a kid saving himself and his sweetheart, through his own ingenuity, because there are no adults are there to save him.