One of my most memorable childhood toys was a pink BB rifle that was given to me on my seventh birthday. I enjoyed shooting my BB gun with my brother who was six. At the same time our dad bought us a bow and arrow to shoot at the target. That later tuned into a competition between Daniel and I. Each day after school and during our free time we would compete to see who could make more arrow, and pellets into the red area of the target.
There was one major incident that had happened with the memorable pink BB gun. On Sunday morning when we had moved to Mexico for one year and we were packing to move to a new home. I found my most loved childhood toy in a box. I took it out and showed it to Daniel we wondered if it had any pellets left. I had the gran idea to aim it at a good target, and the first thing that I saw was my dad’s rear end. Then I pulled the trigger, and all you heard was owwwwwww. After that I realized it had pellets, and then I ran in the house. My dad realized that he got shot and told my mom “Your daughter shoot me in the ass.” My mother died of laughter, and so did Daniel. Later in the day my childhood gun was taken from me, and never seen again.
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