I once stood upon a large dirt hill throwing chunks of dirt at cars driving along Bow Bottom Trail. One guy in his van stopped around the corner, walked up to me and my friend and grabbed our bikes (and our collars) and hauled us to my friend parents house. Scared the right **** out of me. Guess I got off lucky. Still feel like a dumbass for that lil stunt, but at 8 years old, can't say I had much intelligence to consider what I was doing.
Don't think the kid diserves what he got, but his actions were quite serious. Toss this story on the pile of reason why gun control is important and why I'm glad I live in Canada.
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