Some 30 years ago, my wife and our youngest daughter were playing in our backyard. It was a rather large back yard, and one of the features that sold us on the house. We we looking for plenty of room for our three children to play without wandering into the streets. Then one afternoon, while playing in the backyard, we heard this loud boom from what sounded like an explosion. The next thing we saw was a ball of fire and objects falling from the sky. Our daughter terrified with fear, began to cry. While my wife’s motherly instinct overcame my curiosity of what had happened, she ran straight for my daughter, ...