Spring of 2069.....

My name's Warren Fieldman. I'm writing this experience years after wards. I want to tell you about he summer of 2048. That was the summer little Jacky Trenton moved onto our street, good old Kildare Ave. 

He was a cute kid, dark short hair with piercing hazel eyes. It took the boy all of an hour to get bored shitless of his new home and ventured off to explore the neighborhood.  The kid walked down the sidewalk without a care in the world when he saw me out on the porch. 

"Hi mister. We just moved in, up the road." He said.

I looked to see where the moving van had been parked.

"Ah, the Daniels' old place." I said . 

The boy nodded. 

"I'm Jack Trenton, sir." 

"Nice to meet you. how old are you, kid?" 

"I'm twelve." He said to me. 

"Do you like sports, jack?" 

"No I'm more into books, Science and History." 

I smiled at the kid. "Smarter than most your age." 

"Thank you." 

"What part of history interests you?' 

"Wars, I like hearing old war stories." He said.

"I lived through the last one." I told the boy.

"The VW WAR? really?" He asked, his curiosity pouring through the twinkle in his eyes.