I was a cold night in late september, the street lights had just come on and the neighborhood was silent. The only sound was of a few young men all about 23 walking home from the bar. They pass a park and being so immature two of them went to "mess it up". They took out the switch blades and started to carve into the slide and started cutting up the rails. The third boy who was with them did not like the idea and wanted them to leave, but they got upset with him and told him they would leave if he got on the slide and wrote his name. The boy was hesitant but he saw that they were not going to leave so he agreed. The boy climbed to the top of the slide and with knife in had started to carve out his initials, he thought to himself "J D...." and before he could write his last initial he found himself being pushed. He had a face of terror and disgust as he say his friends laughing as he plummeted to the ground. When he landed he did not get up so the boys went to see if he was okay. The boy, only 23 landed on the knife. It was less than a second, maybe half a second, but it changed everything.
