I remember the one time I saw a gun in real life, I mean besides my daddy’s and brothers’ shot guns and hunting rifles. Those didn’t mean anything to me.
I was driving the kids home from a school in Staten Island, and came across a scene where a cop was getting out of his patrol car with his very large pistol drawn. There was another car stopped on the road. I backed up and went home another way, shaking. Just seeing that weapon in his hands unnerved me.
Can not even imagine what it’s like to have one pointed at you. To be caught in crossfire.
I remember the one time I saw a gun in real life, I mean besides my daddy’s and brothers’ shot guns and hunting rifles. Those didn’t mean anything to me.
I was driving the kids home from a school in Staten Island, and came across a scene where a cop was getting out of his patrol car with his very large pistol drawn. There was another car stopped on the road. I backed up and went home another way, shaking. Just seeing that weapon in his hands unnerved me.
Can not even imagine what it’s like to have one pointed at you. To be caught in crossfire.
scary. I am going to have nightmares.