When your the new kid:
It's pretty cool being the new kid in school or in the neighborhood; most of the time. Classmates took an interest in me when I was the new kid in fifth grade. I enjoyed the attention and their friendship.
Our family moved closer to the new school the summer following fifth grade; I was twelve. Most of what I am writing of that summer is true, but fictionalized to some extent.
I pulled off a stunt that I thought was kind of funny. A kid down the block didn't see it that way. We argued about it. He pushed. I pushed back. Kids began to gather, . . .
A Walk in the Woods
Innocent hikers check out an abandoned cabin. Trouble walked in soon after. (Above left).
At the rails:
The young man at the rail in the woods is around 23 years old, 1974-ish.
The Birch Clump Village IGA and General store is held up a second time. (Below.)