March 1, 2002
As I heard it, the neighborhood seemed normal and quiet one afternoon. My brother and his friend had left to hang out. It was during this day that the tranquility was shattered by a very loud blast that echoed throughout the region. The sound of shrapnel could be heard pelting the trees in the woods. Anyone within earshot knew it came from the woods. However, another noise was continuing deep in the back of my garage. It was a combination of snickers, tittering, and muffled giggles. It was my brother and his friend trying to quietly revel in their mischief.