What happens when the normal antics and bad decisions of vivacious children, growing up in the 1980s, results in consequences no one could see coming? Innocent, childhood friendships marked by pinky swears, sleepovers, Atari games, and parents who all knew each other in a neighborhood which was a safe haven. What happens when the unimaginable occurs, and when it is your fault? Can you get over the guilt? Will it follow you like a dark shadow into your future? Should you ever speak of this again? What really happened down at the corner?