A stone with no owner in the enemy's head. There were two bands of children in the neighborhood. It was summer time, no internet, no TV, with long hot afternoons after naps. This meant a lot of time in the street until it was dinner time and all kinds of games children with bad ideas to get bored. We needed more exciting games, perhaps more real, more violent .. Why not more bloody as a battle of stones between two rival gangs? So every afternoon was agreed a battle of stones. How exciting! A good way to finish the bored summer and also a good topic of conversation for the next day about the number of stones received. One day someone from the rival gang screamed in a brutal way after receiving a stone, we celebrate the victory. The others did not attack, they were all around the injured child. When we went to see what it had happened, one of the others asked who had thrown the stone, but none of us said anything. Someone pointed out to me and nobody said otherwise, I said that I had not been, but the culprit was already taken, I ran home crying and feeling the world's baddest child. Among a cloud of stones mine had beaten in a head enemy.