A/N: Ok this is a longer chapter then the others, and don't worry their almost out of their child hood so don't be bored yet

A/N: Ok this is a longer chapter then the others, and don't worry their almost out of their child hood so don't be bored yet. Ok well parts of this scene don't belong to me and you'll know which one too (it's kinda obvious) anyway please give me your opinion!!! Go to the bottom and just type anything! Ok before I scare you away here's another chapter of my story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the name Mr. Bojangles…Saturday Night Live does.

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Winter eventually turned to the warm Tennessee spring every child dreamed of. The beautiful spring days quickly turned to the humid hot Tennessee summer, filled with icy lemonade and the old swim hole in the back of the McCawley farm. Rafe McCawley and Danny Walker grew in body, mind, and friendship. Now they were inseparable.

The day everyone dreaded eventually came that mid-August morning, the first day of school. The old school house had burnt down in a crop fire in the spring so they were now to attend the new modern school in the next town. But today they weren't excited of the new school, but of the bright yellow, shiny new School bus that would take them to Beaver Bottom Elementary.

The hot morning sun beat hard on Rafe's little sister Kirsten as they embarked on their 1/4-mile walk to the bus stop. After a few minutes on the walk Rafe threw Kirsten upon his back to make things easier for her.

Rafe and Danny walked along talking about planes as Kirsten played with Rafe's hair. "Rafe," she said in a slightly squeaky yet childish voice. "When we get home today can we have a tea party with Mr. Bojangles?"

Rafe smiled at Danny and responded, "well…um…I don't—"

"Pleasssssse!" She screeched in an irresistible voice. She could get Rafe to do anything she wanted because she was his baby sister.

"Ok," he giggled out as they reached the bus stop.

The first Day of second grade was filled with stories of the summer and hopes for the coming year. The day quickly ended and they were all back on their walk home.

"So Kirsten," Rafe asked as he hoisted her onto his shoulders, "what did you do today?"

"Hmmm…" she began as she looked around, "oh yeah now I remember, we learned a song," at that she began to sing at the top of her lungs that song for the rest of the walk home.

Danny began to think back to the ripe days he was five, which was last year. Was I so childish? He asked himself. He snickered as they continued their long descent to the farm.

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The days grew shorter as the sweet aroma of the crisp fall air arrived. And so the world continued to move through its course of seasons as the McCawley kids and Danny grew bigger and matured with a better understanding of life.

It was now 1927 and America was on the brink of a great depression, but the minds of Danny Walker and Rafe McCawley were anything but. They had become fascinated with the stories of World War I that Rafe's parents would share and enjoyed playing games of escaping the notorious Red Baron.

Now their days were spent in the old rusting crop duster that had been crippled in a storm. The paint was chipped away and the floor of the cockpit had rusted away. Rafe and Danny had spent many summer days fixing up the old damaged plane so they could play games in it.

They placed an old bicycle in the hole of the cockpit and attached it to the 2 by 4 propeller they had found in the shed. Another piece of scrap wood was placed over the control board where they drew various controls and lights with chalk. Two cards were pinned on the wheels of the bike to make a sufficient flying sound.

"They're coming from the left!" Rafe screamed as he dodged back and forth in the cockpit to make a more dramatic scene.

"I see 'em!" Danny yelled back as he and Rafe buzzed their lips together to display the roar of their imaginary engine.

"Get 'em Danny!"

"I got 'em Rafe," Danny yelled out as he mad a jerking movement on the imaginary guns accompanied by a sound of guns firing as he riveted his tongue across his teeth in a fast motion.

Danny peered over to the dashboard to see the word RUDR. He leaned over Rafe's shoulder and wiped the word off with a cloth. "Rudder is spelt with two D's he said rewriting it.

"Thanks man." Rafe responded nodding. He had a sudden out spurt as he looked to the back of the plane, "He's behind us! Behind us! See him?" Rafe said as he maneuvered the broomstick used as the control stick to get them through the air. Rafe had an imagination unlike any other boy Danny knew. He could make up the most bizarre story but still make Danny think it was real. In this case Danny could turn his head and see the Red Baron firing at their tail in mid-air instead of the old farm in plain, boring Gorman, Tennessee.

"I see him Rafe!"

"Bandits at two o'clock!" Rafe yelled.

"Power dive!" Danny said. He turned and began to fire imaginary bullets accompanied by vast explosions.

"Good shootin' Danny!" Rafe responded to Danny's massive victory.

"Good flyin' Rafe!"

"Land of the free…" Rafe said proudly.

"…home of the brave!" Danny responded as if they had taken a pledge.

The two exited the plane and walked up on the old wooden fence as they watched Rafe's father fly above them in the new crop dusting plane his father had purchased.

His father got out and waved to them as he picked up two large milk jugs. The two boys ran to the plane and jumped in, "I should sit in front cuz I'm bigger," Danny said climbing in.

"Well I'm older and I'm teachin'," Rafe said jumping in the front. The two sat in the plane as Rafe played around with the controls.

All of a sudden the plane started and they began to move, "Oh my gosh!" Danny screamed as they accelerated forward.

"Don't worry," Rafe said reassuring him, "I seen my daddy to this tons of times."

The plane continued on the long bare stretch used as the runway bumping up and down along the way. The plane bumped into the air as they flew over a ditch before quickly hitting the ground. Rafe finally shut off the plane, painting from the excitement.

"We flew," he said softly. "We flew!" he said this time screaming, "My dad's gonna kill me!"

The two ran back to the farm yelling the chant "We flew" loudly.

A firm grasp clutched the shoulder of Danny, he quickly turned to see his father, his hair ruffled, chin covered with stubble, and alcohol fresh on his breath.

"You no-count boy!" he screamed, his words slurred but strong. "I done told you, you spend time playin' with this stupid boy can't even read, you ain't never gonna 'mount nothin'!"

"He's not stupid Daddy!" Danny cried out as he was dragged away by the overall straps. Cole Walker stopped in mid-step and slapped Danny off his feet.

At the points Cole Walker was drunk he was almost blind to the world, unaware of his actions. But at the moment he was cracked upon his head he came to his senses. He looked up to see Rafe standing scared uneasy, the 2 by 4 propeller in hand. "Let him alone!" he shouted. Rafe held the plank up high, "I'll bust you open you dirty German!"

"Cole stood there in a daze at those words, he looked down at Danny, "I fought the Germans in the trenches," he paused his eyes trembling from the thoughts he had, "and there are some things I hope no one has to see." He turned realizing what he had done and walked towards his house.

Danny stood there amazed at what happened he looked back at Rafe, "You're my best friend," he gasped out then looked at his dad walking through the fields, "Daddy wait!" he yelled as he ran to him. He wrapped his arms around his waist as they walked home.

Danny and Rafe's relationship changed, it became more strong and powerful then they ever imagined it could be.