We Wuz ALL Little Shitz - Memories of McCammon and the Innocence of Innocents - Bruce Jones - Bog

In some small towns, you're still a newcomer after three generations. Fitting into a group that's been together since they were babies is tough and having some attitude yourself doesn't usually open hearts or doors. But just because you bloody each other's' noses at recess doesn't mean you can't still walk home together. Still, it was a perfect place to come of age, which means it wasn't all pleasant. Amusing, perhaps, but not fun to go through. But then, doesn't everyone have a waterfall with a cave behind it?