Criminal

I mentioned in one of my comments recently about an incident in which my mom ran over my grandmother while kidnapping my sister. Hell, why hadn't I written this story yet?

I don't recall our ages, we were young, but I'm sure it was my grandparents' house where it occurred. My sister was not too keen on the idea as I recall, deceptive was my grandmother, but my mother had her join us all the same. there was all the screaming, crying, and chaos one would expect at such an event-- and that was before the urn fell off the mantle, as I like to say.

I think my mom also stole my grandparents GM Caballero, which we made our getaway in. Basically just a whitebread version of an El Camino. Not sure if I sat in the middle or my sister, reason dictates we woulda plopped her between us to keep her from bolting. As my mom threw the car into reverse and peeled out,my grandmother came leering down the walkway, lunging for the car and grasping the passenger side-mirror. My mom didn't stop.

My grandmother told the cops she had been "run over". Actually, she was dragged. No contact with tires, plenty of contact with asphalt. I'm not sure why it occurred, if charges were pressed, or how long a stint my mom did for it. As I said, we were quite young, my sister and I.

Too bad she didn't get run over. But then, I might have been stuck in foster care for much longer. Might have made me a safer, saner individual. Then again, it might have added sexual abuse to the list of things I've had to endure.