Mo has been playing on this street and at this nearby lake since the first day of his life.
He was almost 18 when all that changed.
On his way back from his uncle, his ears caught up with a deep and very quiet sound. As something of metal flashed through the sky, there was a thunder, then silence, then an even louder thundering noise and the ground to his feet was shaking. Then there was silence again and a giant fireball rose to the sky where Mo's house used to be.