7 years old

It is hot outside.

Aunt Heather won't let me go play ball.

"You will get a sun burn sweetie. It is to hot. You can go out later after dinner when it's cooler alright?" Aunt said.

So I went to the basement where my ball is.

I started to kick it against the wall and have it bounce back to me.

I grinned.

"Son! Stop making that racket!" Father yelled.

One last kick, the ball hit the wall.

Instead of it bouncing back to me, it went through the wall making hole.

"Jackson! What was that?!" Father yelled.

I ran to my hiding spot underneath the stairs.