From the review:
Partially autobiographical, not nearly as complex as Huckleberry Finn, its simple scenes are, just like Rockwell’s paintings, a look back at a time when boys spent lazy afternoons in imaginary worlds. Unburdened by supervising adults, they took risks, dreamed, and grew. It is perhaps Mark Twain’s most earnest, genuine tale. And now, at the Sierra Madre Playhouse, a lovely adaptation by Laura Eason brings the simple essence of the story to lively life.
This charming production uses adult actors to create the world of these children, and in the spirit of stage magic, it works. One does not end up talking about how cute the kids are, one can just absorb the story. Under the direction of Aaron Lyons, and accompanied by a gentle bluegrass violin (Jennifer Zahlit), the episodic nature of this story blends into a cohesive whole.You can read the whole review here.