What Are the Chances?

What are the chances?

It was probably about six years ago now. I was about twelve years old and living in my old house. The house was located in Winchester Hills, a small neighborhood roughly a fifteen minute drive north of St. George, Utah. My friend, Jason Rob, and I were playing in my backyard. Jason was my best friend at the time and we spent many hours playing and having fun in our backyards. However' we were usually in my yard due to the fact that I lived on three acres of nothing but sage brush, a small dry wash, and lizards. This was the perfect place for two twelve year olds to play and get in as much mischief as possible.

We were always keeping ourselves busy in my backyard. We loved building forts all over. We would play cowboys and Indians or "army" all day long. There were many animals including lizards, snakes, rabbits, many birds, and sometimes cattle. Jason and I each had our own classic Red Ryder bb guns. We would spend a whole afternoon just hunting the rabbits and birds. We would also set up targets here and there when we felt like taking the time to set them up. Sometimes, though, we found other things to shoot, which weren't always the best ideas.

It was another day just like the others. Jason and I were hunting around the backyard for a time. Eventually we became very bored and tired of walking, like we often did. We then ended up sitting on my back porch, just shooting into the little dirt pile about ten yards off. I spotted a small blue racquet ball on the ground and began shooting at it. This too eventually became boring. I then stood up and grabbed the ball. I tossed the ball to Jason, and asked him to throw it in the air. I stated that I would shoot it in the air. Jason lobbed the ball into the air. I then took aim and fired. Bb guns aren't the best weapons for shooting moving targets, and therefore I missed the ball. The bb however, didn't stop and continued on its path right into the side door window of my family's motor home. I guess Jason and I didn't put this potential hazard to thought before Jason tossed the ball.

At first, Jason and I just stood where we were. We just looked at the window, trying to figure out what had just happened. Once we came out of our trance of just staring at the shattered window, I became pretty mad at myself about doing such a dumb thing. I then said to