Paragraph #15: Weird Childhood Memory.

real gun

I was having a hard time coming up with something to write about today. So I sat on my couch, drank a cup of tea and for some inexplicable reason, I started thinking about one of my weirdest childhood memories. There are so many unanswered questions about this memory. It’s so random and makes zero sense, but I remember it clearly. I hope you enjoy this little anecdote about the time I found a gun. Thanks for reading and see you tomorrow! NFred. xo

When I was around eight years old, I found a gun under the front seat of a rental car.

True story.

I remember my Mom was driving me and one of my friends to skating lessons in a white car that wasn’t ours. I was goofing around in the back seat and I dropped something on the floor. When I bent over to pick it up, I saw a gun sitting under the front passenger seat.

“Mom, there’s a gun under the seat”

“A gun? What are you talking about?”

“I don’t know, it’s just a gun.”

“Well don’t touch it.”

When we got to the arena, my Mom checked under the seat of the car and I remember her face changing. She looked shocked, scared. When I asked her if the gun was real, she said nothing and quickly ushered my friend and I into the arena. During my entire skating lesson, all I could think about was that gun and my mom’s face.

My friend’s Dad picked us up after skating lessons. When we pulled up to my house there was a police car parked in my driveway. I got out of my friend’s car and when I walked past the police car, my dad was sitting in the front seat. He waved and rolled down the window and said that everything was okay. He then introduced me to the police officer who was sitting in the front seat. The police officer said I was very brave and very smart because I didn’t touch the gun. My Dad told me to go inside and that he’d only be a few more minutes.

Once inside, my Mom confirmed that the gun was indeed real. I started to cry. I’m pretty sure that I thought my Dad was being arrested. I remember hugging my Mom and that’s where the memory fades.

So many unanswered questions!

Why did we have a rental car?

Who put the gun there?

Was it used in a crime?

How did the car rental place not notice a freak’n GUN in the car before renting it out to the next person?

Did the police ever catch the person who owned the gun?

GAHHHHH!!! Such a mystery!

I’m thinking of getting in touch with the people behind “Making A Murderer” to see if they can crack this case.

I need answers, dammit!



***My Dad wasn’t arrested and has never had any trouble with the law…that I’m aware of…DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN… The plot thickens…


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