When I was about five years old I was at a softball game with my mom and brother who was nine. The town sheriff was there and we must have either been giving our mom or him a hard time, because when he suggested he take us to jail, mom agreed.
He drove us to the county jail where he locked my brother and I in a cell. There was nothing but a cot, a sink and a toilet. He told us we better not mess with the Mexican in the cell next to us or he'd break out and kill us. Well, that really scared the shit out of 5-year-old me. The sheriff's voice came over the PA saying he was leaving now.
That's about the time I started to cry. My brother tried hard to make me stop instilled with fear that I might wake up the Mexican. I can't remember exactly how long we were held captive, but it seemed like a long time. It was probably only 5 minutes. The sheriff came back and took us to our mom. I probably behaved the rest of the night.
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