Ah, childhood! Do you remember those endless summer days, romping through the golden or green fields, hanging out with your friends, spending your lawn-mowing or paper route money on the whims of youth? Do you recall your past and growing up in sepia tones, with blurred edges and starburst filter lighting?
Yeah, I don’t either.
My childhood was a blend of Norman Rockwell and Stephen King. I’ve written some of them down. The events are accurately portrayed as I can remember, though names have been changed to protect the victims. I hope I’ll keep adding to these, but for now they’re complete and ready for an anthology, except for the necessary editing, of course. But I offer them for your reading pleasure. Enjoy!