Tuesday, January 5, 2016

JM - 16

Once, when I was 6 or 7 or so, my family was in our trusty Kaiser.  Mom and dad were in front, my sister and me in the back  My sister and I were fighting over a View-Master.  She held onto it very tightly, but suddenly I had possession.  I pulled so hard that when I got possession, it continued until it hit the side window.

At the time, I didn't realize that my and my sister's arguing was getting on dad's nerves.  When I hit the window with the View-Master, that was the straw that broke the camel's back.

We were somewhere out in the country.  There were no homes except for one up aways that had a large black dog chained to something.

Dad pulled over and he told me to get out of the car.  At first, I didn't believe it and started crying.  Dad reaffirmed his command, "Get out of the car!"  Mom said the black dog up ahead would probably eat me.

Crying like crazy, I got out of the car.  It took off.  I stood in the middle of the road, crying.  The dog barked.  I was scared to death.

After a few minutes, the Kaiser returned.  I got back in the car in silence, and nothing was said to me.

We drove on.

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