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My first grade teacher at said christian school told us a nice wonderful story to help make us get in line better. She actually put it in full descriptive form, could have probably written a movie about this the was she described every detail.
So there was this town somewhere, there was garbage everywhere, wasn't the nicest place. Anyway the kids at school were playing on the playground. Little kids like ourselves. This man started walking up from the parking lot with a machine gun.
The way I envisioned it was more like this
Cept for a tripod instead of the giant wagon set tup.
Anyway, the teacher saw the man walking across the lot and called the kids to come toward the door and lineup. They kept playing and didn't listen to their teacher. The man god close and set up and shot the fuck out of all of them and there were bloody children's fucked up carcases hanging all over from the jungle gym. It was so sad. The teacher was fine and I think there might have been a few students that listened that didn't get shot, but the majority of the children were hanging all mutilated from the swings, slides, and everything else.
It was a sad day. We were reminded of that story when we didn't lineup fast enough to go back inside.
Isn't that a lovely tale to tell a 5 or 6 year old?
That's completely true as well. Well I mean I'm sure the story is total bullshit or at least mostly, but she really did tell us that story with all sorts of details.
That story made saving private ryan look like a fucking episode of barney.
Crazy shit.
/decent story into how fucked up the world can be sometimes. The driver yelling at you to sit your asses down and scaring the shit out of you reminded me of that.
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Also my baby sitter when I was 5 told me that he had dead people buried in the basement. Dude looked like he just got out of jail the day before. Well technically the mom was the baby sitter but this guy was her boyfriend or something. There was dog shit all over the yard too. Used to hate mondays because my mom worked late and we had to stay there an extra 4 hours.
Fuck. I need to stop. I'm starting to realize my childhood fucking blew. Forgot about a lot of that stuff.