Ten-year-old Logan had just finished soccer practice and was waiting for his mom to come pick him up. His favorite new red soccer ball rested under his arm while his duffel bag sat on the ground. Logan blew a breath of air, checking left and right for his mom’s minivan. That’s just like her, he thought. Always late.
5 minutes later, he became impatient and bored. So he decided to practice his kicks. He let the ball drop and caught it with his feet. Then he began juggling the ball up and down, bumping it with his knees and feet. After a minute or so, the kicks became higher and higher and the places it landed were getting unpredictable.
The ball went as high as his head and Logan bumped his head forward, hurling the ball into the road. “Oh no.”
Glancing left and right to make sure no cars were heading his way, he sprinted out onto the road. Just as he picked up his ball, out of nowhere, deep bass boomed and a car sped toward him. His feet froze in place as he tried to move. He heard the screeching of the brake but was too late, he’s been thrown 30 feet back and fell unconscious.