When I was about 5 or 6 years old I was playing out front at my Grandma's house, and this miserable old widow lived right next door. one day I was playing in the tree that hangs over both properties and I was jumping around, making a bit of noise I guess. so I see the door of her house open, and being afraid of angry old ladies, I hid. and to my surprise, she comes out all hunched over, paranoid look on her face, carrying a rifle! and this was in an inner city street, I would hope she wouldn't have shot on umpulse if she saw me.