Everyone watched the clock and counted down the seconds, 15 to go.�It had been a great year.�Goofy Steve won us the dodge ball championship, Candi had finally given me a kiss, and Bully Brad only beat me up five times, but we were all ready to graduate from Old Mrs. Crabtree's fifth-grade class and start our summer vacation.

Ten seconds to go.�It was going to be the best summer yet; we decided to start Cliff Condos, the big dig to make a cave dwelling in the side of the vacant lot down the street, as soon as school let out.�

Five seconds to go. We were gonna go fishing every day at the lake above the swamp in our backyard, camp out in back of Neighbor Thomas' house every weekend, and finally beat those kids from the Duke and win the street football championship, bringing the trophy