To Ashkey:  If you read carefully my post agrees that I did phone the police about your cute little laser, because it was not cute at all.   You write, “she,…..would call the cops on us for dumb things all the time.”  and that is simply not true.  So if someone was calling the cops on you,  it was not me, and if you were not hanging out with the kids who for a few years got out of hand, I’m glad for you.  I never knew the names of the kids behind the window, nor did I see any of you, because as you say it was your mother I spoke to.

You doubt that your lasers could do any harm, but sadly you’re wrong.  After that I visited dollar stores and read labels and articles about the damage caused by ‘toy’ laser pointers.  Maybe you could do that research now that you’re older.

“seems to me that you had already made up your mind that us kids in that neighbourhood were trouble, but we simply weren’t. Just young….”    Actually I like kids a lot.  I loved going for quiet walks in the evening with our wonderful little dog, and hadn’t the slightest intention of walking into a multi laser stream.

“You scared the absolute crap out of us, running across our yard and banging on our door so loud that it definitely sounded like you were kicking it, and screaming for my mom to come out.”    –  I had no idea who was behind that window.   I knocked and heard sounds inside.  I knocked again, and no one answered and then I gave the door a firm farmer’s fist and a solid kick, because I was not leaving until someone answered.

You’ve publicly said some awful things in a medium that takes wings.  That is not harmless, nor is it fair.  No one can defend themselves against whispers and gossip, especially stuff that swirls in the internet.

You state that you were all just little kids, ….. I can understand now, but what you did as children caused harm then.  Multiple laser beams directed at my eyes were not harmless, I’m glad to hear I made the point enough for you not to hurt another innocent out for a quiet walk.

Sorry you’re not voting for me.

 

 

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……until the other comes and examines him. So today a friend sent me an indignant email about a ‘Facebook’ post that names …

Hi! I’m Ashley. I posted in a closed group, actually, so if you would like to keep this up please blur my name out. Everything in my account was true, and yes, you did call the police on us- they showed up the next morning. Perhaps you don’t remember. Saying that my neighbours called the cops on us- simply not true. My mom knew all of our immediate neighbours well, and got along with them just fine. If they ever had problems with us kids (which let’s face it, we were kids and sometimes we did things our neighbours didn’t necessarily like) they would just go talk to her. I lived there many years and never heard of the instances you described above, they must have happened either before or after we lived there- and yes, you are correct there were some kids who got into trouble in the time we lived there, but that was neither me, nor my siblings.

Let’s be real here, we were using a dollar store laser pointer that had an attachment that made a smiley face shape. We weren’t pointing it at cars, or at you, and it’s highly unlikely we were able to steadily hold it in both your and your dogs eyes long enough to cause any damage- and we certainly weren’t intending any harm. It seems to me that you had already made up your mind that us kids in that neighbourhood were trouble, but we simply weren’t. Just young, low income kids having fun however we could- and in the case of my siblings and I, that wasn’t at the expense of others. We were good kids.

I’m sure looking back, you can agree that your reaction was over the top and awful. We were little kids! You scared the absolute crap out of us, running across our yard and banging on our door so loud that it definitely sounded like you were kicking it, and screaming for my mom to come out. This could have been handled with so much more grace, such as simply walking up to the door, ringing the doorbell, and having a simple conversation with her asking her to please speak to us. Had it been handled better, I probably wouldn’t even have known your name, or cared to know, because my mom would have probably just taken the pointer away and moved on.

Because of the way it was handled, I will never vote for you. Disregarding all the other stories we had heard from neighbours about you (which could be exaggerated or untrue, I have no idea and don’t care to delve into it) this account is true, and I stand firmly by it.

Best of luck on your campaign, I mean no ill will to you, but personally when I hear your name I immediately think back to being that young me, terrified of the person banging and screaming at my front door. Unfortunately, that opinion will not change.