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<blockquote data-quote="Star*" data-source="post: 270487" data-attributes="member: 4964"><p>Funny little girl story - and now that I'm older it's really amusing. </p><p> </p><p>I was burned very badly when I was young - I spent a year in a burn unit and ten more years covered from my neck to my toes to avoid permanent scaring. I still have some pretty bad ones but had 65% of my body with 3rd degree burns at age 6. (coffee pot) </p><p> </p><p>SO imagine my delight when I turned 12 and we were finally FINALLY allowed to get a bathing suit like everyone else - until this day I had to wear long sleve gymnastic suits and tights outside to the lake- real pain. </p><p> </p><p>So when we got bikinis (me and younger sis) I could NOT wait to wear it. I even faked being sick to lay out in the sun in our back yard. Our back yard butted a cemetery and there were workers over there who usually cut through our road to get to work. Workers who were eyeing a little girl with bad intent and coaxed me to the fence. Yup - at 12. </p><p> </p><p>Wellllllllll myDad saw this and my Mom called us in. That was the end of the bikini and sunbathing and skipping school, and nearly the end of the cemetery worker. The work day ended for that young man - around 5:00. My father (not an avid hunter but owned a double barrel shotgun) sat on the trunk of his car- at the end of our drive with that shotgun open across his knee - called the guy over and had what I can only assume was intense words with him and then clicked his shot gun (totally void of ammunition) shut and walked in the house. My father years later would tell me that he told the boy "The shells for now are in my pocket. IF I see you watching my 12 year old daughter again - they'll slide RIGHT in this gun." </p><p> </p><p>The hedges grew pretty high that year on the other side of the fence....</p><p> </p><p>Pop never had to take that shotgun out again......and we didn't even knew he had it until that day. lol</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Star*, post: 270487, member: 4964"] Funny little girl story - and now that I'm older it's really amusing. I was burned very badly when I was young - I spent a year in a burn unit and ten more years covered from my neck to my toes to avoid permanent scaring. I still have some pretty bad ones but had 65% of my body with 3rd degree burns at age 6. (coffee pot) SO imagine my delight when I turned 12 and we were finally FINALLY allowed to get a bathing suit like everyone else - until this day I had to wear long sleve gymnastic suits and tights outside to the lake- real pain. So when we got bikinis (me and younger sis) I could NOT wait to wear it. I even faked being sick to lay out in the sun in our back yard. Our back yard butted a cemetery and there were workers over there who usually cut through our road to get to work. Workers who were eyeing a little girl with bad intent and coaxed me to the fence. Yup - at 12. Wellllllllll myDad saw this and my Mom called us in. That was the end of the bikini and sunbathing and skipping school, and nearly the end of the cemetery worker. The work day ended for that young man - around 5:00. My father (not an avid hunter but owned a double barrel shotgun) sat on the trunk of his car- at the end of our drive with that shotgun open across his knee - called the guy over and had what I can only assume was intense words with him and then clicked his shot gun (totally void of ammunition) shut and walked in the house. My father years later would tell me that he told the boy "The shells for now are in my pocket. IF I see you watching my 12 year old daughter again - they'll slide RIGHT in this gun." The hedges grew pretty high that year on the other side of the fence.... Pop never had to take that shotgun out again......and we didn't even knew he had it until that day. lol [/QUOTE]
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