Beginnings
I was six years old, and “the woods” was actually nothing more than an empty lot behind my family’s home, with a stand of trees and a lot of brush. In the center of it, trampled down by years of kids using it as a hideout, was a small clearing that could not be seen from outside, and anyone coming towards it made so much noise that you always had plenty of warning… and the night before, I had almost had Christy talked into pulling her pants down for me when her mom started calling for her to...