by James A. Heaton

I was only eleven when Billy Tyler died. It was during our summertime break from school and as much as I wonder what life would be without that instance, I try to see how it has changed my life. Out of all the events that were present in the lives of five boys that day I think we all took something different home with us. Our lives were never the same.

Billy Tyler was an only child; his parents were very young, and we all thought his mother was very good looking. His father was big and yelled a lot, but…