I was in my father's shop, walking by the front windows when I was a kid, and all of a sudden, whack, there was a bullet hole right in line with me. The shot more than likely came from the school yard across the street. It was night. The bullet was probably a low caliber, and it did not penetrate all the way through the safety glass. My dad was ******, grabbed his Walther PPK that he carries, and wanted to go outside and unload the gun in the direction of the school yard, but he used common sense and restrained himself. Nothing came of the matter. It was kinda scary being a kid and being shot at for whatever reason.
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