Karyn
craigb
I was shot at on a Monday once. Later, the Boomtown Rats turned the whole incident into a song.
Fer real?
I nearly chose that tune but decided against it purely because the next link on the list pointed to a newspaper article about the incident.
Yep. I wasn't a student at the elementary school that was directly across the street (I was in Junior High half a block away - now called a "Middle School"), but was walking with a friend above the elementary school when we heard what we thought were firecrackers. As such, it was a teen boy requirement to go watch and, when we got close to a chainlink fence, a bullet aimed at me ricocheted off a fence pole then a school play yard person started yelling at us to get down. For the next two hours we had to lay on our stomaches while the bullets kept wizzing around and all the police arrived. When we could, we snuck off without anyone noticing and got to school late with an interesting story to tell. The next semester I got one of Brenda Spencer's old schoolbooks (back then you checked one out then returned it at the end of the class semester). She was one year ahead of me - kinda spooky seeing her name in the front of the book.