ll those things in just five minutes. I screamed "He's lying!' I gave them my word. I pleaded. I even swore on the most sacred of things (my B B gun) that Tom was the culprit. I was only nine, and Tom almost thirty, and with that age difference the verdict was rendered: guilty.Almost twelve years went by before Tom finally told my parents what had actually happened. For that entire twelve years, my parents did not believe me when each Christmas , I would tell the story of my brother and the B B gun. I got over the loss of the gun, but to this day I have not gotten over that twelve year loss of credibility, given to me by my brother that special Christmas day....
