in the news, an 8-year-old boy shot his father and a renter with a faint popping noise. The gun, a 22-caliber rifle, had to be carefully reloaded between each shot. the bodies had 4 bullets each
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it reminds me of something that happened to me at 7-young. I was living in an apartment complex in Berlin and running around with a whole hoard of youngsters from around the globe. this day is still crystal: i was ready to go inside and stop playing. the rest of the kids tried to convince me to stay out for longer. but i ran inside my family's apartment and shut the door. it instantly turned into a game: they yelled and banged on the glass and shook the doorknob. my role in the game was to get them to go away. (i secretly enjoyed the attention.) a small square window was open above my head. i loped something small --a sock?-- through the window and down on the group. they threw the sock back at me. this escalated. eventually, i had the idea of picking up a large rock -- a doorstop -- hoisting it over my head on stick-thin arms, standing on a chair, and dropping it through the window. it landed heavier and louder than i imagined. it scared the other kids, made them angry and upset. they ran away and i couldn't find them
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