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This reminded me of a memory I had when I was a child.
My Dad was cleaning his chainsaw on our kitchen table (a table he built mind you). My sister and I were watching television in the living room when we heard the roar of the chainsaw crank up. My Dad then began to chase my sister and I down the hallway while wielding the chainsaw. I just knew he was about to hack us up into little pieces. We managed to get to her room, locked the door and I almost fainted from shock. All I remember is begging my sister to let me go through the window… After a few moments we could hear my Dad chuckling behind the door…Aaahhh…happy times. Scarred for life…