It has been a pretty sad week here in our small town. One of the boys from DS's football team, 15 years old, was killed over the weekend. It was first reported as a hunting accident, but it was soon discovered that he, a 14 year old friend and his 13 year old brother were out playing with loaded guns and he was shot by the 14 year old. It is just so sad and so tragic. DS has been quite moody and quiet all week long. He went to the memorial service today and funeral will be held at the school tomorrow. I just don't understand how teenagers can believe they are so truly invincible. I remember things like this every time my son complains when I want to know where he is going, who he is going with and what time I can expect him home. I would rather have him hating me now than be planning his funeral.