77/365 The story of the Mexican chair

My parents overheard me telling a friend how I came to have a colorful child-size chair:

My father bought it for me while he was in the Navy where he got shot. He ducked; the bullet missed killing him but he was wounded in his stomach and lived.

I wasn’t punished because it was so outrageous.

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