When I was little I was at my neighbors house playing in the yard when a black car pulled into her driveway. Noone's parents where around (Well, they were inside at my house, so I guess they were 'around', but they weren't 'nearby') I could just barely make out a man in the car, and what freaked me out was the fact that he had a baseball bat in his hand. That was in a neighborhood where robberies, vandalism, and worse things took place quite frequently. I'll always remember that, it scared me to death!
It might sound pretty lame to you guys, because I have to admit that he could have been a baseball player, and I daresay some of you have been through far worse. But he had started to get out of his car when my parents came out, then he jumped back in like he was in a hurry and drove off. I've moved since then...
It might sound pretty lame to you guys, because I have to admit that he could have been a baseball player, and I daresay some of you have been through far worse. But he had started to get out of his car when my parents came out, then he jumped back in like he was in a hurry and drove off. I've moved since then...