My dad took me and my brother to the park so we could play with our friends (they're all younger than me). We played around there. There's actually baseball fields there, and a group of teenagers were playing around with wiffleballs there. We went from a very long distance and tried to make the balls onto the field. Most of us did make it, and one of my friend's balls got close to the teenagers. We went to go get it, but we were afraid we'd get beat up (I haven't had many experiences with teenagers, and didn't know what to expect). He eventually went onto the field and shouted, "Give me my ball back!". The teenager just chucked it into a bush. A pokey bush with a bunch of sticks sticking out. And there were a ton of bushes surrounding it. He said that he wanted to make them think he's a good kid, so he asked if he could play and they said no. Later, one kid actually was nice and hit balls to us and stuff. So the moral of the story is that not all teenagers are jerks.