My mother screamed and rushed toward me while Molly stood there in shock. "What have you done!" she cried. "You stabbed our son! Oh, Jacob, I am so sorry." she pulled off a table cloth and pressed it on my wound to try and stop the bleeding. Molly finally snapped out of her shock and moved toward the phone. "I...I am calling 911.My father didn't move from his spot and stood there, holding the knife the entire time. He looked like he was in a daze.

"Okay, now, tilt your hand slightly to the left side, breathe in and pull the elastic backward slowly. Keep your eyes glued to the target, now release!" I instructed. Summer, my seven year old daughter, followed my instructions and released the elastic of the slingshot. The rock flew towards the target, or so we thought it was. However, the rock missed the target completely and flew directly to the neighbor's window, shattering it completely.