That week ended in chaos, not only for Cory but for the rest of us as well. Up until that time we had viewed our city as a nice place, a wholesome living community: Corona. The Circle City. Crown Town. It had its problems of course, all cities do. But now a new element of evil had crept in.
Someone had murdered a couple of young girls and our minds were starting to get the better of us. We were looking at people around us in a whole new way, coming up with our own ideas as to who was behind the slayings.
We had also made a new friend along the way who seemed to value our friendship as much as we did his.
Frisbee.
And although that week back in the summer of 1982 ended on a low point, it was the next couple of days that I remember more vividly than any other event in my life, before or after. Because that was when everything changed for Steve, Jason, Cory and me. That was when our world and our childhood, was torched, lit up and turned to ash.