I was then thirteen, an age notorious for placing friends above anything and everything else in life. Friends were certainly more important than school, or homework and such. The California school system is not a shining beacon of brilliance. As such, my attention waned. I began to think more and more of a project my best friend had proposed we tackle: The Fort. It was a run-down old shack used as a shelter for cows that inhabited an apple orchard. Like the shack, the orchard had long since been abandoned. At length, I decided that we should go for it.
Smith, Eric, "At the Root of Friendship (1997)" (1997). The Valpo Core Reader. 163.