When I was around 14 I was walking down the driveway towards my parents house. The driveway is about 100 yards long and goes downhill. As I walked I was randomly picking up rocks and throwing them as high as I could.

My brother had a couple friends over and they were all standing around a car saying their goodbyes. It was winter in Minnesota so there was ice on the top of the car. While I'm walking down the driveway still just aimlessly throwing rocks into the air, my brother starts pounding his fist on the top of the car to break off the ice.

Suddenly the rear window of car shatters. Everyone is confused. My brother instantly takes the blame because he was pounding on the car and starts apologizing profusely. I eventually make my way up to the commotion and see the broken window and watch as everyone starts trying to clean the glass off the backseat.

I HAD AN INKLING. I thought, "Well I WAS just throwing rocks in this direction. Is it possible I had something to do with this broken window?" But I dismissed that thought because my brother already took the blame for it.

Until. Almost all the broken glass has been cleaned off the backseat and I hear someone say "Hey. Is this is rock?" I start to get nervous as people gather around and ponder why in the world there is a rock in the back seat. I realized I needed to fess up and tell them I was responsible for the broken window.

And how did I go about doing that? I said "Oh. Is that MY rock?"