It was a long, cold walk home, with lots of deep words exchanged between chattering teeth. We were tired, cold, and humbled by the events of the day: getting lost in the woods and chased by Russo’s mean dogs and the farmer’s huge cows, not to mention my dramatic rescue of my friend Danny snatching him from that raging, frozen stream. Our adventure was surely more than we bargained for, but in our hearts we were glad. Because as we approached the Russo house and their huge dogs, we were not afraid, not one bit. We marched right past the house without so much as a thought. We had done a lot of growing up that day, my best friend, Danny, and I.