I was a little girl
He took me to benjamin stables in kansas city, missouri. Ironically enough, it was located not far from this house I have lived in since December 15, 1991.
I cried when he kicked the horse because he wanted it to go faster. That was grandpa LeRoy's personality. Push, shove, have no empathy. Strong drive for strenuous physical activity daily. Early riser.
I cried when he rammed the old horse's side and yelled at it cussing "go faster goddammit". He was paying for our ride. I felt so sorry for the old horse and upset with his yelling as he often did.
He took me to see Bambi when I was 5. I cried. Bambi's mother was killed by deer hunters in the woods.
He and I were watching some western movie about cowboys and indians. Wagons were getting robbed, looted and people were assaulted, shot stabbed, killed. Women were abducted and raped in the movie. I was only about 12 or 13 years old. Immediately I asked "What if she was on her period and wearing tampon and he tried to rape her?"
Grandpa shirked, smirked as if it was no big deal and said something like "Well I guess she would have to take it out, wouldn't she?"
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