posted on Jul, 30 2016 @ 12:38 PM
When I was 9 we were visiting family in another state. I was playing with my cousins on a really cool swinging bridge over a creek. We were running
from one end to the other making it bounce.
I had my head turned watching the bridge behind me, when I reached the end there was a man just standing there. I stopped short, almost bumped into
him, he didn't look too friendly.
At that moment my cousins started screaming at the top of their lungs. Everyone was scrambling off the bridge, my older cousin yelled at me to run,
she said, "it's uncle Jim, if he catches you he'll try to look at your panties" and OMG there he was right in front of me.
He was so drunk, swaying/cussing, I could've pushed him over but I wasn't taking any chances. I ran like hell over to my cousins, we waited under the
bridge for him to stagger off.
I witnessed something scary directed at someone else. A utility worker came to inspect the telephone pole our giant german shepherd had gnawed in
half. A bunch of us kids were hanging around, my mom had to let the dog out of his pen, that's where the pole was.
She assured him the dog wouldn't bite but just as she was about to let the dog out my brother yells, "everyone up a tree" we all quickly climbed
trees.
I'll never forget the look on that guys face. He wanted to climb one too, the dog was massive. It's because he was too friendly, especially with kids,
he'd knock us down/lick us in the face, go crazy but he was completely harmless.