A gun in the bathroom cabinet
When I was a child, I often spent the summer at my uncle"s house in the countryside. He had a huge house full of uninhabited rooms and a very large bathroom with a bath and old furniture: some shelves and a bathroom cabinet. My uncle was a very reserved person. He didn"t visit his neighbours and his neighbours didn"t visit him. His only friend was an old Alsatian with whom he often walked around the fields and into the forest. I spent my days playing in the neighbourhood, and I even got to know some other kids. But they often said things that made me uneasy. For example, I could hear that my uncle is an odd man and that he could be dangerous and get angry very easily. Well, I didn"t believe it all, my uncle was always nice to me, he told me stories and sometimes we watched football matches on TV together. One day, when I was alone at home, and I was just about to take a shower, I opened the bathroom cabinet to find some adhesive bandages. I started rummaging there as I couldn"t see what I was looking for, and suddenly something quite heavy fell out of the cabinet and down on the floor. I looked down. I was really shocked. A real gun, probably loaded, was lying next to my foot. I closed the bathroom cabinet, got dressed and left home.