4 feral kids roam the neighborhood while their mothers nap. They build forts, ride bikes, fight with each other, and defend their turf from interlopers. The wiry one with a smirk once tried to be a matador to a loose bull. A daredevil, he also hijacked unattended construction equipment. The girl is scrappy and can hold her own with her brother and cousins who are bigger and taller than she is, especially when it comes to her mouth. The gentle giant in the back is the peacemaker, a challenging role in a rowdy family such as this one. The oldest boy (by a few weeks) holds his deceased father's shotgun with pride. He thinks he's the ringleader although the others might have different ideas. One day, they'll be notorious for their exploits, but in this slice of time, they're merely a clan of feral kids living a "normal" childhood in Waco, Texas in the early 1960s. Gweeeeeeee. If you know, you know.