I had a strange childhood to say the least. I was shot, stabbed and they tried to hang me and that was my brothers. James shot me in the forehead because I had his marbles, a bunch of us were playing in the grass and I got stabbed in the back with a broken bottle, when I was very young and very fat (much to my advantage) James, Jesse and myself were apparently playing cowboys and bad guys, I guess I was the bad guy because they proceeded to throw a rope over the clothesline pole and put the noose around my neck, one was trying to lift me while the other tried to tie the rope off, but thankfully I was too fat and they had trouble doing so and Mother caught them just in time before they succeded.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 21:23:01 +0000