I’ve stared down the barrel of a gun. I was only 10 years old, but the memory is one that refuses to go away. I remember it so clearly. I’ve got goose bumps just remembering.
A family shopping trip was spoiled by a couple of madmen. We were driving home after a long day of shopping. Our car was packed with shopping bags. Inside my mother, my father, two of their friends and I were chatting away. We were on a back road so there were no cars in front of us and no cars behind us. My dad suddenly went quiet, and the car began to slow down. I looked up and followed his gaze. Out on the road stood 4 men, holding AK47s. They came up to windows and ordered us to step out of the car. My father shielded me with his body, hiding me from view. The men told us to do exactly as they said and we would probably make it out alive. One of them stepped in front of my father, pointed the gun at him and said, “Get in the car” My mother began sobbing, pleading them to take the car and leave us there. Her pleas fell on deaf ears. The other man turned his gun towards me and said, “My my…what a pretty little girl.” My father stiffened. “I’ll go with you, just leave her alone.”
“Sorry old man, but we call the shots here. See this gun, it means I’m in charge. So if my buddy says he wants your little girl to come along, then she’s coming. Both of you get in the car!” With the gun he shoved me in the car. Hands behind our backs we were tied. A blindfold came over our eyes and a gag to cover our mouths. We were thrown on the floor of the car. Suddenly we were moving. I could here them talking.
“Let’s kill them”
“There’s no need, they don’t know our names and they haven’t seen our faces”
“I want the little girl”
“Forget that, what we need to do now is get away. That’s why we brought them. If we have them the others (my mom and 2 friends) won’t report it right away and we have a better shot of getting away”
“Still we can’t take them with us all the way…the car we have to get rid of the car”
“There’s a ditch near here, lets throw them there and leave the car further up the road”
In Unison “LATIN KINGS!!”
The car stopped. We were yanked out. They kicked my dad down the ditch first. Then my blindfold was removed. They guy in front of me pointed the gun right at me. I avoided his gaze and focused on the gun. He licked the side of my face and said, “I’ll come for you someday”. It was almost as if time had stopped. Not a sound around and though it must have been only a couple of minutes it seemed like an eternity. “Hurry Up!” came the command from the car. Down the ditch I went. I couldn’t see my dad. The ropes were beginning to cut into my wrist. The tears felt hot upon my skin and I thought I was going to die there. Then I heard him. He had somehow managed to get himself loose and was calling out to me. I tried as best as I could to make a sound through the gag. Miraculously we were able to find each other. He hugged me tight and let me cry.
“I’m so proud of you honey. You were strong and you kept daddy strong. Just a little more and we’ll be all right. Can you keep on being strong for daddy” I nodded and tried to stop the tears from coming down. “Good girl, come on, lets get out of here.” We walked to the nearest police station and reported what had happened. We were told to wait there. That another party had reported the same incident. When I saw my mom again none of us had any words to say. The three of us hugged and just cried. It had been close but we had made it.
I had nightmares for the next two months. In my dreams the man with the gun would appear. Never his face, just the barrel of that gun and that horrible voice. It took awhile for me to get over this experience. I kept telling my parents I was fine, that I didn’t need to talk to anyone about it. It’s over I kept saying…why re-live it. Still I hated going out on family trips…I refused! One night I woke up in a cold sweat and screaming
“HE’S HERE! HE’S COME BACK FOR ME! HELP! DADDY HELP!”
My dad rushed in the room. He held me for hours and calmed me down. After that they insisted I get some counseling. I though only crazy people go to a shrink, but you know something it really helped. To this day I hate guns…I hate how some people have easy access to them and are able to cause terror. I wish guns didn’t exist!



