My dad got shot with birdshot. He was twelve and skinny dipping with the sheriffs daughter.

He had to pick it out but some pieces stayed in his elbow. When my sister (same name as the sheriffs daughter) turned twelve, dad grew a golf ball sized lump on his elbow. It was the birdshot working its way out.

Its funny how the mind-body and memory work.

I feel kind of sorry for the man who got shot. I bet he needed gas to go to work. He was robbing the gas cans.