But when I think of my grandparents, I think of their nesting dolls.
I heard this from my grandmother, his mom, first hand thirty-some years ago. I usually have this toy at my home, so I know it is real.
I had him recount it himself, only a few weeks ago, so I know I have it precisely and it is the honest truth and not a second-hand story.
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. He wanted a bicycle.....
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. Grandma thought they were too dangerous....
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. He was a kid who had an older kid pull him on his sled behind a model Tee, so she had a right to be prudent.
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. So, she bought him a shotgun instead.
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.410, breech loading, but a shotgun, none the less.
Wanted him to be safe...after all, he was a little reckless for a ten year old, and you know bicycles can kill.
But when I think of my grandparents, I think of their nesting dolls.