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This is a family on family story.
>Me around 10 and camping somewhere in the backwoods of Kentucky on our way to Georgia.
>Mom is cooking breakfast on the fire, step dad is doing some work on the bus (we camped/traveled in an old 1940's bus so it broke down often)
>Campgrounds is empty save for a family is camping in some giant, rolling mansion.
>Family rolls out and two kids around my age come all the way over near us to play catch.
>They decide to play catch OVER our bus.
>Step dad starts yelling and cussing at me after he hears knocking on the vehicle.
>Mom is now yelling at the kids to leave, this has alerted the uncaring mother who spawned these two hell beasts.
>Kids are laughing as step dad comes out still thinking it was me or my brother doing it.
>"Parents" of other kids come over yelling at my mom and step dad who are now yelling at their stupid kids.
>The kids the whole time keep tossing the ball over the bus and keep falling short and hitting the top/roof.
>While the adults are yelling I've had enough of it. I walk over with my Collie (Trish) to the oldest kid, grab the baseball before he can and chuck it into the woods outside of the park, over a fence, and across a road.
>He gets pissed and comes to swing at me.
>My Collie was super protective of our family and immediately starts snarling and bearing teeth.
>Everyone is quiet, shit heads parents are telling him back away.
>Unbeknownst to all of us park staff are coming over.
>My parents are telling the kid to back away as well (they know how protective our dogs were)
>Park staff are now yelling across the field for the kid to back away from me
>Kid rushes at me and Trish latches onto his shirt and he goes to swing at her. I lose it and rush him punch him in the throat.
>mfw I was waving as they were escorted out of the campground
