When I was a kid ,there was a Jehovah's Witness family living in our neighborhood. We didn't know they were that, we just knew they were kind of strange, kids never coming to birthday parties, not taking part in Christmas preparations at school, things like that. My friend Foggy and I were about eight or nine years old. One day we were out playing in the backyard. Suddenly shocking news were spread down the street: A kid was killed in the town centre, run over by a truck. Foggy and I jumped on our bikes, two minutes later we were down at the site of the accident. It was chaos; lots of people, police, the doctor, blood, some yellow-grayish stuff. It was one of the Jehovah's Witness kids, his head was smashed by the back wheel of the truck. It's strange; it didn't have much impact on us, didn't freak us out, felt just like when we were dissecting dead frogs and birds and snakes, which we did quite often. But I still remember that view; brain stuff, the inside of the head of a Jehovah's Witness.
wow, i wasn't expecting that when i read the title. i liked it a lot. i mean, poor kid, but it makes an interesting story.
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