This happened when I was 7 or 8 years old in the mid 80s. I was walking around the neighborhood about four streets from my house. One of the streets turned right and went to another section of the subdivision. To the left in the ditch there was a 6 pack of beer bottles. I got this uncontrollable urge to start breaking them. I didn't break them in the road just in the ditch next to it on county property. Suddenly this big fat guy from his back yard started yelling at me. I took off running down the street and he started chasing me on foot. Now I should have run towards my house, but I ran the other way. I took a right ran to the end of the street took another right, then another back towards his house. These two teenagers were outside and one of them grabbed me and asked me why I was running from his back yard. I told him I was being chased by someone. At this time fatty come around the corner and started yelling for them to stop me. I took off running again. Surprisingly they didn't listen to him. Anyway I lost him after that. Instead of going home I continued to walk around the neighborhood.

Suddenly this car stops; this tall teenage guy around 16 jumps out and grabs me. I tried to run, but he was too fast. Inside the car was the guy that was chasing me. He told me I was going back and was going to pick up every piece of that glass. At first the teen was carrying me, but the father told him to put me down and let me walk. The son told me I better not try and run again because he would catch me again.

Knowing what I know now I would have started yelling "help, help, their trying to kidnap me, le me go, don't touch me there" I know I'm evil. Instead I walked all submissive back to where the glass was and picked it up. I was barefoot and ended up cutting my foot open on the glass. He acted all concerned and said "be careful son" After I picked it up he lectured me how he had a son my age that plays barefoot around there……... Afterwards they let me go.

I went home and told my parents what happened thinking they were going to call the police, but no they told me I shouldn't have been breaking bottles to begin with.

I guess I learned a lesson from it, after all I had no right breaking those bottles. However at the same time I know if I or my parents tried something like that with someone else's kids we would be in a world of trouble. Anyway one of many memories when that side of town was redneckville.

Wow, I can only imagine what kind of ridiculous punishment that guy would have gotten if this had happend nowadays. Btw were these beer bottles full?

No they were empty. Someone the night before propably threw them out of their car.

Wow. At least you picked up the pieces.... And you weren't harm.

Wow! Just reading your story sounded so interesting! The suspense was killing me =P lol

touching :)

nice story.

Sad ol' krispykremes over there had to get his kids and his car to get you. :P

That story was kina creepy too. No one would dare do anything like that today.
People get locked up just for yelling at other people's kids today.

Yea it was pretty funny watching him running with his titties and belly moving up and down. I don't know what made him think he could outrun a healthy kid.



What was messed up if you called the sheffifs department they would never do anything anyway. They would tell you that you would have to go to the district attorneys and file charges. One time when we called them the cop stayed at the peoples house talking, laughing and drinking a cup of their coffee.

I have several more stores I'll share later that will surprise you and give you an idea of some of the people I lived around.

That was a very good story I would love to hear those other 7 storys sometime, you should like right book or something.