The life of a 15-year-old versus footprints on a lawn. Somewhere along the way you clearly lost your humanity.
Mr. Bogamil had the most perfect lawn and whenever the ball went on his lawn, we'd have to keep our feet on the sidewalk and lay down to stretch and get the ball. The guy would sit on the porch with his wife and never crack a smile...even though his two sons were players during the games.
After reading this yesterday, I thought that if we were doing that today, he would be a candidate to pick up a gun and shoot somebody.
"The life of a 15-year-old versus footprints on a lawn."
I bet if there'd been a crocodile or rottweiler guarding that lawn the kid would have found another way around.
Do I think the guy over-reacted? Yes.
Do I believe the kid probably had numerous opportunities to keep from being the straw that broke the camel's back? Absolutely.
I hope *you* teach your kids to respect private property.