I was nine-years-old at the time, throwing a sponge ball against the wall when I felt a knuckled force in the pit of my stomach.
I instantly dropped to my knees, gasping for air.
My head spun in confusion, wondering why this random act of hostility could happen.
A hulking man stood over me. He had blurry facial features and a strange aura. He said in a muffled voice, “You were just in the way of my anger, kid. If it weren’t you, it would have been another person who crossed my path.”