As
you know I try to stay away from national events and things that are
happening right now in the news i.e. breaking news. It's just that
there's so much treatment in the media that I need to waste time on
the events of the day is bleak and dark is a seem to be any more.
However I've been haunted by the issue that every shooter leaves the
family they were raised with to deal with the aftermath of the kids
actions. And these are major actions there's no justification
regarding what they're doing is just weird. Makes you think about me
and my weird actions over my lifetime that thank God I have not
carried to completion many of these events. And the ones that I have
been involved in for one reason or another have been stifled from
coming to fruition. Odd as it sounds and I don't understand why are
feel I would be singled out for sparing but I feel at times I've been
spared being part of the tragic if not dismal event. For some reason
over the past couple of nights after the events of this last week
mass shootings of thought about my childhood things that I've done
that never really got the publicity are reporting that should've
could've happened but didn't.
On
our little farm outside of Boise Idaho in the late 50s early 60s I
don't remember if it was my older brother for my dad or if the frame
of the clubhouse was already there when he moved to that property but
at some point we had this great one room clubhouse probably was 10' x
10' x 8' high at least 8 feet high. And there is a great roof on the
clubhouse and somehow my dad or my brothers cut a hole in the center
of the roof and we put an old table above the hall so sore like a
lookout station is pretty cool. Anyway we of course built a ladder
going up to the roof of the clubhouse and would hang out there and
Associates one-year-old room and kind of fun. We had some neighbors
that really never liked the kids there the Pattersons and they had
two daughters and a son but they're all different. They were good
people we treated them weird and I take responsibility for that even
though is really young I just never treated the right. But I know is
that my brother and I somehow got Joanne is the oldest of the girls
up on top of the clubhouse with her little sister. Once on top of the
clubhouse we took away the ladder so they couldn't get down and then
threw in burning newspapers. I can't believe we did that and thinking
back I know how we thought we could get away with that. Of course
there's nothing in the clubhouse I could catch on fire and the burnt
newspapers extinguish themselves long before the boards could catch
on fire to burn. The girls of course are screaming and all I remember
is seeing Mr. and Mrs. Patterson come storming across our fields is
fast they can to rescue their daughters.
What's
weird is that nothing happened from this incident that I can
remember. No groundings, no going to the rooms, no punishment that I
remember of any kind except being yelled at little bit by my parents.
I'm surprised our neighbors didn't take us to court, I'm surprised I
didn't get myself thrown in the detention are my older brother. I
probably could sneak out by being the younger brother just been a
follower but nothing even happened to me or my brother, Ross which I
still to this day think is really weird. I've never really talk about
this from his reasons I still wonder if I did not have a significant
disability without be like today and I thank God every morning for my
disability keeping me out of the legal system…
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