It was a cool afternoon in late September, and ten year old Theo Wilson was passing time by kicking his soccer ball around in the backyard.
Some kicks were short and sent it only a few feet. Others would lift from beneath and send high into the air. Occasionally he’d be able to send the ball careening towards the gated wall that separated his yard from the forest beyond.
Theo gave a kick that resulted in the ball loudly smacking the wall and bouncing back towards him. Delighted with the sound, he charged the rolling ball and kicked it again, only for his foot to miss it and kick into the air. Theo lost his balance and fell.
“Oof!” he exclaimed, as he landed solidly on his rear. He took a second to shake his head, then got up and kicked the ball again as hard as he could. This time his aim was true, and the soccer ball went sailing at the wall.
And then it went over the wall, into the woods.
Theo stared after it numbly as it vanished into the conifer trees. He could he