when i was five i fell out of a tree. i dint fall so much as i jumped. i remember it as a jump. it was a pine tree. in the neighbors yard. he was a dick. hed keep our balls and frisbees when they flew over the fence. he was very unhappy. he worked security at the local airport and loved his yard. i came home from a friends house one night and saw police cars and an ambulace outside his house. they brough him out in a body bag. he had shot himself in his living room . blew most of his face off and fell in a pool of his own blood. months later his estate went up for sale. i talked to a friend whose family looked at the house. they said the realtor had said an animal was butchered in the living room. i guess changing the carpet wasnt considered prudent.