1941. West Virginia.

You and your best friend, Chester, were down near Shenandoah River, sitting along the bank and playing in the water, well, you were, anyhow. Chester sat in the sand holding an autographed copy of The Labours of Hercules in his calloused hands. He didn’t seem interested in the shenanigans you were getting up to.

Suddenly, you splashed Chester with water, and he immediately perked up, “Hey!” He called out as he sat down his book, “Why I oughta..” He smirked at you.