It was during "outdoor school," a week long thing you did in sixth grade (age 12) at my school. You stayed in these really cool cabins that were like 100 years old and spent the week learning about nature. It was fun. Very classic summer camp type of environment.
Also, other schools from the area did it at the same time, so there were a bunch of unfamiliar kids there. Two of the kids in my cabin were from another school, and they perfectly fit the stereotype of "edgy, bad 90s kid." Super baggy JNCO jeans, spiked hair with a ton of gel, etc. If you don't know who I'm talking about, watch any teen show from the 90s. They're in it. Oh, and they said everything was lame. And gay. The cabins were gay, nature was gay, the camp was gay, your glasses were gay. You were definitely gay. That's why you thought outdoor school was fun: because you were gay. The JNCO jeans kids were way too cool for outdoor school.
I should mention that I was a huge nerd. I mean, I still am, but I was, too. JNCO jeans kids were way cooler than me.
For the whole week, we kept hearing about "the night hike," which was when you would go on a hike, by yourself, in the dark. The camp really played up the night hike, like it was going to be this big coming of age moment for us. You need to be responsible on The Night Hike. You need to stay sharp on The Night Hike. You'll be a man after The Night Hike.
On the last day, it's time for the night hike. Each cabin walked as a group up a hill. At the top, you would then walk back down a trail on the other side of the hill, one person at a time, waiting about a minute after the previous person had gone. I happened to be after the two JNCO jeans kids. (Yes, the night hike was gay.)
When it's my turn to walk down, I realize that this much-hyped coming of age moment is going to be...no big deal whatsoever. The trail is a very gradual slope with a few turns. It's paved, for Pete's sake. You could even see the lights from the cabins after the second turn. And the moon was bright enough that I wouldn't even need my flashlight. This pivotal moment wasn't going to be pivotal at all.
After less than a minute, I heard someone on the trail in front of me say, "H-hey, who's there?" It's one of the JNCO jeans kids. He's just kind of standing there on the trail. He didn't get very far.
"Um, it's Tucker, from the cabin," I said.
"Oh, cool," he replied. "Um, I guess you're walking faster than me." He said that like I had caught up to him, which I guess is easy to do when the other person is frozen. "Want to walk down together?" His tone was way different from what it had been the rest of the week.
"Sure," I said.
I don't remember what we talked about. Probably what school we went to and that kind of thing. The whole walk only took about five minutes total, so it's not like we talked about much. But I remember thinking to myself, "The guy that talked tough this whole week...it's because he wasn't."
So yeah, The Night Hike. Ended up learning a thing.