This was when I was living out in the country. I can’t remember if the road was gravel or dirt, but it definitely wasn’t paved.
Our driveway was about 1/2 a mile long. It had blackberry bushes all along the side. My sister and I would go picking them… we ate more than we brought back. My dad liked to make blackberry jam… don’t tell my stepmom we ate most of them. I mean, we’d eat 10 to every 1 we’d bring back.
none of that is about this story though lol.
I had a bike. My dad helped me “trick it out”. It had a headlight, turn signals, a brake light. Was probably street legal back then lol.
I rode it that 1/2 mile to our mailbox. There was a dog growling at me in a very vicious way. I turned my bike around and rode back home as fast as I could.
I told my dad and he grabbed his gun and went up there looking for that dog. He never found it but he had “murder” on his mind.
He wasn’t perfect… no parent is…. But whenever it came to me or my sisters safety he’d gladly break the law and kill anything. That’s one of the things I loved most about him.
I miss and love you dad.
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