The story is 'bout two young boys growin' up in Okahumpka, Florida. Carlton, that's me; but I was always called Red-still am today. Byron was my best friend. The story is 'bout poverty, love and two boys 'bout 8 and 9 years old. Byron and I are in our 80's today and we are still best friends. He and I both put many of our stories in this book. We had an ole colored gentleman somewhere around 85-89 years old as a friend. We called 'im Uncle Will. He didn't know when he was born or where he was born, and we really loved 'im. Uncle Will lived over on the edge of the Bugg Spring Swamp. The swamp ran a purty good ways, probably 7 to 8 miles and had lots of mud, snakes and gators. It had coons and possums, and two young boys and Uncle Will.