I Love Laying Under A Tree

I used to go out to the neighbors house and play in their yard. Some times other kids would be back there and they would throw sticks at me like a game and they once threw mud at me. I don't know why I kept going back cause I hated when they were there. But one day someone broke their arm and I didn't go that day. I don't know what happened but I wonder what if it had been me or they were doing something very dangerous. I also think that maybe his arm was broke because I wasn't there to be picked on.