softballislife wrote:lizzie borden is real though.Her boyfriend went away to sea and said he would come back for her and she waited YEARS and then one day she got a letter and he said he was married and had a family. Lizzie borden to anaxe she gave her father 40 hacks and when she saw what she had done she gave her mother 41.
That poem is...creepy.
Anyway, mine had to be the first time I saw someone die.
I was in West Philly with my parents. We were walking back to our car. I don't remember why we were there. Anyway, while my parents were unlocking the car, there were two guys that were bald and covered in tatoos fighting across the street (they had their shirts off) So one pushes the other. And the other doesn't push back: He draws a gun from his pants (thinking back, it was probably a Glock 17) and fired two shots into the guys chest. He fell backwards. The guy emptied three more shots into the guy, and ran away. The blood and bullet holes were very easy to see against his bare torso. My parents had frozen from shock or maybe suprise. They then started moving very fast, and were saying "Oh god oh god oh god" under their breaths. The bustled me into the car and took off. Once my brain comprehended what had happened, and played it over 10 times, I started laughing hysterically. It was terrifying. I've gotten used to gunshots and seeing people shot now (since then I've seen people shot five times)