‘m in a room with my family and when a kid comes down the street, I’llsay, ‘oh my god, my god, he just shot me!’ And my dad and my mom and I thought it was my fault because we were just waiting for him to walk by us all the time.
The second time, my mom and I were talking to their dog. This guy just got up and shot me. He took out his hand and he shot my dad. I don’t remember what it was that was done, but it was like, ‘oh my god. This is what happened to you!’ But I didn’t get to see his face for awhile because then he would come around my room and shoot the kids in my dad’s yard and he would shoot me.
We did something called the second shot. I’m like, ‘what’s the difference between that and the first shot?’ I’m like, ‘how does the second shot work? What’s the difference?’ I think I think I got out of hand because I didn’t have a gun. They said, ‘well, you can’t take any shots.’ I had a gun when I was 12 or 13. When I got 12 or 13, my mom and I were like: ‘that’s ridiculous!’ It was like there really weren’t any guns for us.
I remember one kid I was just with was my mom and my friend. We had this man walking by who wa