“Are you sure you’ll be OK?” my three friends asked after they sat me on a picnic table, pen in hand and journal before me.

It was 2006, and we were on spring break. The late afternoon sunlight wasn’t getting any brighter, and I knew they wouldn’t want me to be alone after sunset. “I’ll be fine,” I promised. “Go!”

My buddies hiked farther and farther away until I could no longer see them in the overgrown brush.

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