It was just a little firecracker.
I came home from work last week to see the firetrucks and police outside my house.
My family must have been frightened because they refused to come outside.
I told the police this was my home and my boys were the only ones home. I asked if I could go into the house. The police officer told me they had reports of shots being fired and they were coming from this house. I broke through their police line and ran into the house. My boys were hiding behind the sofa and afraid to come out. I checked them over and asked what was going on. My youngest broke into tears and said they didn’t mean to do anything wrong. I motioned the police in and made my sons come out of hiding. Three police officers and the fire police all stood in my living room while my crying 12 and 14 year old sons stood there. They had been playing with firecrackers one of their friends gave to them. They were throwing them out the window and they were landing in the air conditioner. They didn’t realize how much they echoed when inside the air conditioning, nor did they think how much it sounded like gunshots. The police gave them a stern warning and left, but the fire police stayed behind. He told my sons how their little escapade could have caused the air conditioning unit to catch on fire, or even explode. He told me to call the HVAC company and have the air conditioning unit inspected prior to turning it back on. I told the boys they would pay for this HVAC inspection. I already paid for the first one.