What if, I were to offer you tennis ball and some duct tape to play with? There is nothing suspicious or fascinating there. You could put some tape on stuff or bounce the ball around a little.
But, what if, we combined them? By wrapping, like, half the duct tape around the ball? I know. Not much more exciting than the first offer. Only thing you could do now is play a really stupid-ass game of tennis where keeping score is moot because everyone is automatically a loser for participating.
But, what if, that insanely wrapped tennis ball was drenched in lighter fluid? And that lighter fluid was lit? This is getting good. But it’s not done just yet!
What if, that fiery object was also attached to a thick rope? And that rope just so happens to be tethered to a big stick? Now we are going somewhere. Things are beginning to liven up. But... the ingredients feel incomplete. Such a bland concoction needs a little something extra.
I know! Now add one extremely excited, reckless boy swinging that amazing, flaming contraption all-around, to and fro, 'all the livelong day' with a pure sort of joy that can only come from a complete and total disregard for his or anyone else safety. Are you picking up what I’m putting down? Oh, I think you are. And the best part is there is more!
Now surround that half-crazed man-child with a younger, but equally crazy large group of boys. One half is loudly chanting, “Fireball! Fireball! Fireball!” and the other half is chanting. “U.S.A! U.S.A! U.S.A!”. Then thrown all of it outside on a hot, unsupervised, summer afternoon.
It was like magic! We were all mesmerized! How did we ever get to this point? Who came up with this awesome idea? Where did we even get all this stuff from? Who cares! It was party time and we actualizing the hell out of our potential!
If only you could have seen it. It was a majestic orb of flame soaring all about through the air like a small comet we snatched out of the sky and stuck on a stick. Fire hazard? Burns? Injury? Property damage? You can't make magic happen concerning yourself with little annoyances like that!
However, it would seem reality would mightily disagree. So much so, that it decided to be rude and not even bother on knocking before barging right on in. Somehow, during our haste to bring our brilliant blue print off the page and into life where it belonged, we never considered “fire hot” and the rope was not indestructible. So, during one exceptional feat of stick swinging, the burning, fiery tape ball suddenly shot through the air and hit Mitch in the chest. To make matters worse he was not wearing a shirt on that hot, hot summer day.
The chanting and excitement ends. This kid is screaming in pain. In fact, he screamed running all the way home. Things get a little hazy after that. It’s hard to keep track of what exactly happened while running in blind fear in hopes of not being connected to that tragic incident. Don’t look at me like that. Everyone ran. The next day, Mitch showed up with a bandage and no hard feelings.
See. Fun was had by all.