One day when I was 10 years old my mom and I were shopping at a mall in Texas. We had recently arrived in a major city with the intention of settling there. Mom got a really good high paying job and she bought a huge house for a fraction of what she sold our old smaller house in Maryland for so we had lots left over to buy lots of cool things and that brings me to why we were at the mall.

We were in a department store looking at kitchen stuff when a sale's clerk offered to help us find what mom was looking for. She said "can I help you ladies find anything??" Now that is a perfectly normal thing to ask except I wasn't a lady. I was a 10 year old boy and Mom politely corrected the woman. "But she, I mean he has such long lovely hair, I thought he was a girl, I am so sorry" the woman said after being corrected.

What we didn't know was that there was a man nearby who had overheard the conversation. What we didn't know was that he began stalking us. A short while later he came out of nowhere, lunged towards me with a giant pair of scissors screaming about how god hated little faggot sissies. Mom just happened to have been holding a heavy crystal pitcher she was considering adding to her new collection. She swung around and smashed it into the guy's face then drop kicked his testicles into his throat with her new cowboy boots dropping him instantly to the floor. Just before the sheriff got there he came to and hugged himself into a fetal position groaning.

After we gave our report to the cops we took off. She didn't want me to be late for my appointment at the salon.