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kinds of things on my way out the back door. Don't go through the neighbors lawn, my mother called as I was runing toward our back fence and geting ready to cut through and up to Danials. I didn't say anything and just changed my direction and keep going around our home and up to the street at the top of the hill and over to Danials. Gee it was great to be free and off and runing in the morning for Danials house to capture all the thoughts in my imagination. Through the morning we went around to all the boys and girls we decided we could trust, most of them pretty close to our own age, and told them to be ready to go apple hunting on Mister Metzes farm in the afternoon. We told everybody that they wouldn't have to be afraid of ghosts or anything like that because they would be driven away by the sun, but we had to be on the lookout, because Mister Metzes had a gun. Danial and I were the two scouts, who had risked our lives under fire; but with their help we were sure that we would be able to capture the apples. Later in the morning I went home and asked my mother if I could eat lunch at Danials, and she said that I could, but not to come home too late in the afternoon. Too late in the afternoon, I thought. No special time and my mind went clear and happy. I was off again and after lunch we gathered together our band of apple hunters and headed for Metzes field. The day was hot and the dust was rising out of the weeds as we ran through them. The sweat came evenly out of my pure body and I felt good and tight moving with precision through the bushes and hilly grass. Danial and I led our scattered line of followers up the far side of Metzes hill and than began making our military way across the peak of the field that looked over