When I was in kindergarten 5 I believe though it might have been 4 I lived on the Cherokee Nation's dime in a housing area. This place was as close to a reservation as you can get without it actually being one. I was outside playing and my grandparents, on my mom's husband's side of the family, were visiting when Jai, the guy married to my mom, was looking in the trunk of the car and he slammed it down . . .where my fingers were. Let me tell you that it hurt like an S.O.B. and that i hollered and i'm one of those kids and so I got my fingers smashed xp
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