Really.
It was when I was six.
We had just moved out of Mrs Randall's house because hernephew or somebody moved up from Mass with his whole family. I think they had about eight or nine kids, but I really can'tremember. Anyway, we moved to a trailer out by Bauneg Beg Pond. It was one of those kind with the silver siding that blinds you when the sun shines off it in the winter. It had two bedroomsand a fold-out bed in the hallway. John got to sleep in the hallbut me and Matt had to share the bedroom. The trailer had afold-out porch on one side which my old man always kept full ofcord wood. The only other thing on the porch was John's Schwinn, which by the way he never let me ride, the bastard. The property the trailer was on was owned by this big-shot lawyer from Mass named Mr. Bennett. He only used it in thesummertime, so he hired my old man to live in the trailer andtake care of the place while he was gone. Of course Mr. Bennett didn't live in the trailer. He had a big old house up on the hill, which was all locked up in the winter. My old man told me to stay the hell away from that house if I knew what was good for me, so for the first few weeks I did.