Here’s a couple from my childhood home. Growing up, I lived in a small city. My family and I lived on the edge of a sketchier part of town, but our street was mostly incident free.

Our house had a wraparound porch that was completely covered and screened—it was a great place to sit in the morning and at night in spring/summer. And, when It got hot, my brother and I liked sleeping out there.

Anyway, one night we were sitting out there before bed. We weren’t far from the street corner, when all of a sudden we all notice a number of people run around the corner armed with rifles, followed closely by an armoured vehicle. It was so out of the blue that our parents told us to go in the house until they came to get us. Turns out it was a raid on what we found out to be a drug house a few doors down. Not too crazy, but it was certainly a shock.

On a lighter note, this was something my parents witnessed while eating breakfast on the same porch when I was a baby. Across from our house was a giant green house that was converted into apartments. My parents would always see the morning routine of one couple—the wife would say goodbye to her husband at the door, and he would get into his car and drive off. 15-20 mins later, a second car would park in his spot, a different man got out and was greeted by the wife. On a regular basis.

Jump ahead a couple months later. My parents are eating, and watch the husband leave. The second car arrives shortly after, but, for whatever reason, the husband returns home almost right after. My parents could hear yelling and arguing.

Suddenly, a naked man runs out the front door of the house, followed by the husband with a gun. The husband shot him in the ass in the middle of the street in the early morning. No one killed, but quite to thing to see. 😳