I anticipated this response. When I was about 10, we were lighting off fireworks in our back yard. One was almost a dud and lit some dry grass on fire. I immediately tried to run and get water. My mother grabbed both my shoulders and screamed, "OH MY GOD!" as I tried to tear away from her. She eventually ran over my 13 year old brother in the house who came out and stomped it out in flip-flops, then continued playing StarCraft. If my mother had taken me to a game when I was, say, 8 years old and a ball came screaming at my face, she would have been physically and mentally unequipped to do anything to stop it, and even if it was her /responsibility/, I would have still eaten one to the temple.