Boy's Life
“Somehow, I couldn’t imagine Daniel Boone’s mother asking him that question. We climbed the hill and crossed the clearing from where we had flown on the first day of summer. Beyond it the serious woods began, a green domain that might’ve given Tarzan pause. I looked back at Zephyr lying below us, and Ben stopped and then so did Davy Ray. Everything seemed so orderly: the streets, the roofs, the mowed lawns, the sidewalks, the flowerbeds. What we were about to enter was a wild entanglement, a dangerous realm that offered neither comfort nor safety; in other words, in that one moment I realized exactly what I’d gotten myself into. “Well,” Davy Ray said at last, “I guess we’d better get movin’.” “Yeah,” Ben murmured. “Get movin’.” “Uh-huh,” I said. We stood there, the breeze on our faces and sweat on our necks. Behind us, the forest rustled. I thought of the hydra’s heads, swaying and hissing, in Jason and the Argonauts. “I’m goin’,”
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