Why pick on my bro all the time when I have my own stories I can say...
Like how stupid me and Mahesh my neighbour were when we were little kids of 7-8. Real cool we were. We had ideas that were out of the world. Totally out of the whole world.. like how we could clean the well by sucking water from it through a pipe creating vaccum and letting it all flow out... and then how we could dry sugarcane juice to make sugar..etc..
Ya we were kinda scientific fools..
We used to go around digging through out the yard surrounding his place looking for water. We used to make holes by rotating thin rods in the ground and used to go deep until we find water seeping in abundantly.. so and so.. the whole yard had innumerable little wells of no use. It was nearly impossible to step around the yard.
One day we in our hyper active states threw Mahesh's ball too far away.. and we dint have another at hand that was not small to be not able to catch or big to not look like little kids.. So we borrowed our other neighbour Rahul's Yellow Ball for the time being. We palyed 'catch' quite energetically.. lost to the world.. and in our half minds split the ball...
Ooops.. Rahuls gonna be so mad.. We got scared. What do we do now..??? we cant give it back to him..and not not give it back to him.. nor could we tell him we killed the Yellow Ball.
We grew frantic with every second.. and in the end decided to get rid of this ball and get one identical to it and 'return' it to Rahul. We creeped outta the gate..lest we should be spotted by him..and crawled into the next plot of land. We dug a BIG deep hole under the cashew apple tree and buried the dead Yellow Ball. We even placed a huge stone at the site to mark its burial. Payed silent homage for its peace and then Mahesh got another Yellow Ball identical to the last ball... and we had to rub it on the ground, make scratches on it.. give it old age lines.. and all that that had to be done to make it look used and blistered. We returned the Yellow Ball to Rahul.. and he never knew..
He was happy, we were happy. All settled.. nobody has to know.. Only one fear and kind of an exciting fantasy we carried with us for a long time..

'What if a tree grew out of the spot that bore Yellow Balls....?????'