
As I walked back into the old Devon school I noticed some changes, not everything was the same as that summer of 1942. I remember when me and a couple of my pals used to play sports, stay after school, and jump into the river. We had the best of times, and it felt like just yesterday that i was just an average kid in that high school again. My best friend was Phineas but people called him Finny for short. Finny was the best athlete in the school and someone that I truly admired. We were about the same height and weight and pretty much overall the same. Me Finny and some other friends used to go down to the river after school and jump of a certain tree. It was like a ritual or almost like a tradition to us. "The tree was tremendous, an irate, steely black steeple beside the river. I was damned if I'd climb it. The hell with it. No one but Phineas could think up such a crazy idea" (6). Phineas was very brave, and definitely more brave than all of us in the group. As we all jumped off he would make little comments to try to get us scared, but nothing really worked. "We were still calmly, numbly reading Virgil and playing tag in the river farther downstream. Until Finny thought of the tree" (7). Finny being my best friend I did look up to him, he was like the leader of the pact and we all followed his lead most of the time. He was the biggest athlete out of all of us, and he taught us almost everything we knew from sports to jumping off the tree. "All right, pal, Finny spoke in his cordial, penetrating voice, that reverberant instrument in his chest, "don't start awarding prizes until you've passed the course. The tree is waiting" (9). This quote showed that even though everyone thought that they were doing better than Finny, he wouldn't allow them to think that. We thought it was unfair of him but it was just Finny being himself.