Essay - Memory Lost Boys Never Forget' Had Always Thought My Childhood...

Memory

Lost Boys Never Forget" had always thought my childhood to be quite memorable. Birthday parties, family reunions, road trips, football games... it was a very active and eventful life when I ***** growing up, ***** ***** always seemed to have an exciting adventurous tale ***** tell in class the first day after summer break, or when my parents asked me how my ***** had ********** at the dinner table. I loved playing outdo*****s, and ***** nearby woods offered endless games of make-believe. However, when I was barely twelve years old, I chose to take a walk down the old, rarely used hiking trail in those ***** with my friend Kenny. Down that path I would find something unlike anything I had ever seen before, and I ***** have such a life-changing experience that my entire twelve years ***** life before would seem almost like an empty slate ***** nothing at all written upon it. That day would be the most ***** day of my life because it was ***** day that the fantasy games of ***** woods ***** take on a horrifying form *****nd break into real*****y before my eyes.

It was a summer day like many others. Kenny and I had spent the morning helping with each other's chores so that we would have more time to play later in the *****. We snuck away before lunch time, pack*****g sandwiches and juice boxes in our backpacks.

We ***** tied old pop cans to the backs of our bikes ***** that when ***** rode we could pretend to be skillfully evad*****g ***** gunfire ***** an enemy's attack, *****d the sound of the aluminum hitting the pavement *****ed behind us as we made our way to the woods. ***** don't remember if we were playing Lost Boys hunting Indians or Pirates ***** ***** Boys ***** day, but I do remember that we *****re staying low ***** the ground and speaking in whispers so we would not give ourselves away to the imaginary and el*****ive enemy. *****t was *****'s turn to make a b*****ttle plan. "We ***** tracked their whereabouts! Their secret hideout is ***** the path ***** Darkenwood!" Kenny dramatic*****y gestured towards the f*****bidden abandoned hiking trail ***** *****s past, which led into a deep ravine. "Are you certain it is safe to pursue them into that part of the forest? Are there not... dangers?" I questioned his *****, but ***** dare ***** break character to voice my concerns, so ***** was only a m*****tter of seconds ***** we were running down the vine-covered path into the darkness ***** the uncharted territory. Our hightop shoes became sloshy ***** ***** water that sat in the low-lying ***** after the early ***** rain, and we smeared *****me extra mud from ***** banks onto our faces for camouflage cover. It was then that we heard the groaning motor behind us, and Kenny whispered that the enemy ***** approaching.

We turned towards the sound, looking upwards to the road that winded above this *****