When I was 9 or 10 a group of black kids were throwing rocks and bricks at cars. One of them bounced a rock off of our car when were drving from my grandparents. My dad was driving, my mom was in the front passenger seat and the 3 of us kids were in the back.
After the rock hit us, my dad spun the car around in the middle of the street, blasted up the sidewalk and scattered the kids to the four winds. I always wondered if that was an educational experience for the kids.
"....After the rock hit us, my dad spun the car around in the middle of the street, blasted up the sidewalk and scattered the kids to the four winds. I always wondered if that was an educational experience for the kids."
Naa...If anything it taught them to steal higher quality footwear.
At first I thought you were referring to the kids in the back seat...that they learned from Dad how to deal with bad kids. I straightend out my confused mind in my next thought. LOL