To me, Chucky will always be a skinny, straw-haired, densely freckled fifth-grader with a Dennis the Menace grin.
He spent many nights at our home, with my little brother. I never really knew the rest of his family, just him, and after they left Eagle River and moved to the Valley, I never saw him again.
I think of the boys often, though. And how devastating this had to be for their family. ❤