SDV
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I have no clue why I'm sharing this, but my second worst memory from childhood is of my father and me shooting air rifles out in the backyard (lived in the country) one Sunday afternoon. He had gone to check the targets and set more up, while I was left behind at the porch with the guns. I was maybe somewhere between 10-13. And although my father always thought me about gun safety, that still didn't prevent me from lifting up one of the air rifles and pointing it at him down range. I had no intention of pulling the trigger. It was just some sort of bizarre adolescent power trip, I guess. Anyhow, he turned around unexpectedly, and my ass was toast. I wasn't allowed to touch a gun for quite some time afterwards, and my backside didn't fare well either. I've always regretted my decision, and it still hurts me till this day.
My worst memory, however, was of me shooting a blue songbird from a tree limb one day. Probably the same damn air rifle and around about the same damn time too. Apparently I was an ******* with an air rifle back in those days. Even now, I can still see that beautiful bird falling lifeless from the tree. I'm not against hunting by any means, but there was no reason for me to shoot that particular bird. It was senseless and wasteful. I've never forgiven myself, despite my age and naivete.
Anyhow, thanks for making me reminisce, you a-hole! haha! Just kidding with you.
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