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I was 6 years old, and it was December 23rd.
My older brother was being mean to me, so I ran to the school that was just down the road and sat in the playground as I cried about how much of a douche he was. After awhile I just started digging in the ground because I loved playing in the dirt.
Well. The school was built on top of an old coal mine, as was most of the town haha. Anyway.
When I was digging, I found a huge chunk of coal. Probably about the size of a full grown mans fist.
I carried it all the way home and showed it to my mom and said:
"You have to put this in Brandon’s stocking so Santa knows hes been bad"
And she did.
She put it in his stocking.
Christmas morning rolled around. I awake to the sound of Brandon screaming “MOOOOMMMMMMMMYYYYYYY I GOT COAL”