Walking on the Tracks

I was twelve going on thirteen the first time I saw a dead human happened in the summer of 1959,a long time ago.

But only if you measure in terms of years.

My name is Daniel Taylor.I was born and raised in the small mundane town of Castle Rock,not a lot happened there,you just did the same old thing every only interesting thing in my life at the time were my boys who I came to see as brothers.

I made my way over to our hideout.A wooden treehouse that had a perfect view of our little world.I could tell that the treehouse was occupied by the faint sound of a radio playing Rockin I made it to the door and did the good old secret know or else the guys wouldn't let me in.

The door opened and I headed of my friends were up there playing Thirty One.

"Hey,how'd you know a Frenchmen's been in your backyard?" Chris said looking up from his cards.

Chris Chambers was the leader of my 5'8 with a stocky was your typical James Dean look a like with his blond soft hair and sparkling blue had a tough persona but inside was the most caring sincere person I knew at the this no one in town really cared for family were as you would say,low were bad as bad could get and everyone knew Chris would turn out bad Chris.

"I am French okay?" Teddy replied,a hint of edge to his voice.

Teddy do I even begin to describe Teddy son of a thick blonde brown had a thing for army culture thanks to his old loved his old man despite his whacked up held Teddy's ear to a stove and almost burned it didn't put Teddy off though,he wore that fleshy pink ear with pride.

Chris said the hilarious punch line and received a laugh from Gordie and I.

Gordie good was shy but was a to write stories all the hair was chestnut brown and his huge eyes matched.I remember the kids at school would call him "Doe Like".He was going through a rough patch at the older brother Denny had been tragically been killed in a jeep accident.I liked Gordie a lot.

Chris and Teddy continued their game as I read a comic with Gordie.I remember thinking that it would be a typical everyday in Castle Rock.

Boy was I wrong.