When I was somewhere around 7-8 years old me and my brothers would often find ourselves playing this game we called “rock war”. All we did was stand behind cover and throw rocks at the other person not wondering what would happen if a rock were to hit someone. Well one day around 6 pm on a beautiful afternoon me and my two little brothers Alex and Xavier decided to play this game. Alex was just one year younger than me but Xavier was 3 years younger than me. I remember going behind our house and playing, everything was going fine until I threw a rock and I hit my younger brother Xavier just above his left eye. All I could remember was the loudest scream and cry of my entire life. I ran over to him, picked him up and the first thing I told him
