Ralph Fletcher is an American writer known for his children’s picture books, adult fiction, and poetry. In this excerpt from his memoir, the author describes taking a trip into the forest with his friends. As you read, take notes on how Ralph’s friends feel about him. On our last morning in Marshfield the doorbell rang at nine o’clock. When I opened it I saw Andy, Steve, and Larry standing together. I was surprised to see them. “C’mon, we’re taking you to the woods,” Larry said. Dad came downstairs carrying two suitcases. “Can I go into the woods?” I asked Dad. He shook his head. [5]“We’re leaving in less than an hour.” “Please, Dad,” I pleaded. “Just one last time?” “All right, but we’re leaving at 10 o’clock sharp,” he said. “When you hear me beep the horn, you come right away, okay?” “Okay,” I promised, and followed my friends outside. They were walking in a funny way, the way you do when you’re hiding a secret. [10]“What’s going on?” I asked. “We’re having a f...