Stimming.

Ball number god know how many at this stage has been bought, a giant red and gold thing, he like's the feel and size so go me. When the stimming began in Ernest it was a leaf from a palm tree we had out the back, they were every where, he would get us to cut it until it was the right size and shape for whipping through the air, when it lost it's magic we were back to the same again, over and over, until the tree died.