It was supposed to be just another lazy summer afternoon.
Seventeen-year-old Tanner had joined his mom and younger siblings for a casual outing at Scissortail Park — the kind of sunny, wide-open space perfect for picnics, laughter, and cooling off near the water. People strolled along the walkways. Kids ran through the splash pads. Birds skimmed over the pond. Everything was peaceful, ordinary — until it wasn’t.
Tanner was walking alongside his mom when he suddenly stopped.
She remembers him doing a quick double take toward the water. In that instant, something shifted. He didn’t say a word. He simply dropped whatever he was holding and ran — full speed — toward the pond.