My friend and I were walking to a small lake (abandoned sand quarry)

situated behind our neighborhood, it was a very hot, late spring day,

probably May or June. The walk to the quarry was a little more than a

1/2 mile through Pine Barrens and sugar sand. By the time we got there,

we were ready for a swim. As we entered a little beach area called Kato

Point by the locals, we could see 3 boys in the water. One of them was

the neighborhood bully, Jimmy. As soon as… Continue