This incident took place at my now old house in Connecticut in the middle of winter, 2010. I was about 17 years old. My parents go out to eat every Friday and this Friday was no different. I usually tag along, but I just bought a new game for my Xbox and wanted to stay home and chat with my friends and play my new game.
He smiled as he sipped at his coffee. It had been an excellent hike. He was glad his friend had recommended coming to the Hanging Hills in Connecticut; not the first place that had come to his mind when considering a vacation. But it was beautiful here. When his friend arrived tomorrow they would tackle some of the more challenging terrain.
