 You were a broken window. That reminded me, too. Like, Logan was obsessed with – he was just a sports kid. He didn't want to play with, like, toys. It was either, like, give him a baseball, basketball, or hockey stick. And he had this little hockey stick. He was little. He was, like, four, three, four, five years old. And he would sit there, and he would throw it and throw it. One of the neighbors would sit on the front steps and watch him because Logan would do this hundreds of times. He'd throw it at our apple tree, trying to knock apples off, trying to knock apples off.