something that will exist or happen in time to come We were behind the neighbor’s house walking into the woods. Old Man Frankhorn’s farmhouse was just down the opposite side end of our street. His land fringed the neighboring national forest land and led right up to the trails. We lived on the outskirts of Winslow where everyone’s land was made up of woods. We entered the tree line that marked Frankhorn’s land and crept toward the giant oak tree standing directly diagonal with the house. Ian, Caylie, and I and a few others used to meet under that tree when we were in junior high together. We told ghost stories, ate junk food, and talked about people we hated at school for making fun of our “weirdness”. Well, basically just me and Ian. Caylie was only ridiculed for having freaky best friends. Things had changed so much since those days. As we got older, Ian and I were kind of the “freaks” in school. The Goth kids were freaky too. We were not goth. Nothing has changed.
