On Friday, April 4, 2013, my dad took my sister, Katie, and me to a shooting range with Katie’s friend, Lexi, and her dad. Our moms also came along. It was mandatory that we all shot at least one gun. I’m okay with that. I’ve shot guns before, and it doesn’t bother me. What does bother me though, is the noise. Guns are really loud, and I don’t like it. My ears mean a lot to me because I am a singer, and without my ears, it would be really hard to sing. So, whenever I shoot I wear a pair of sound proof headphones. When I’m done shooting, I get in the car, shut all of the doors, and keep the headphones on. The headphones aren’t sound proof though because I can still hear the boom of the guns.
A 9 millimeter pistol like the one that we shot
Another problem that I face with shooting guns is how small I am. Guns with little kick have a lot of kick for me. When I first went to shoot some guns with my dad, brother, uncles, and boy cousins, my dad told me the gun I was about to shoot had very little kick. Well, my dad was lying. I shot the gun, and the next thing I knew, I was staring at the sky, and my arm was bleeding. The kick from the gun had knocked me to the ground, and I had dropped the gun on my arm, which is what made it bleed. Luckily, it was just a scratch. After that first shot, I was considered “dangerous” and had to go sit in the car all alone. I watched everyone else shoot.
The next time I shot, I couldn’t aim the gun very well, and I kept missing the target. That same summer, my extended family went on a camping trip together. Again, all of the boys and I went shooting. That time I could actually hit the target, but that was after a couple shots. The first shot, I shot a branch off of a tree. The second was very far from hitting the target. Finally, the third shot made it onto the target, and after that, I could hit the target somewhere all of the time. That’s when all of the boy cousins decided that I was cool and could be a part of their “gang.” I was honored because none of the other girls could be a part of their gang. We had a secret handshake and everything. It was cool. I was their double agent because I could get in and hear gossip with the girls and then tell the boys. That was a couple years ago, and now I’m more of a girly girl. Back then, I was a tomboy.
The most recent time that I went shooting was with my neighbor, Brayton, and my dad. It was really fun. We shot at cans and targets, and that day, I felt good because I was finally better than a boy. Brayton was having a hard time hitting the target, and since he’s like a brother to me, I made fun of him. I brought up what had happened the last time he went shooting with my dad. They made a detour on their way to a campout for church. Brayton shot my dad’s 30 yat 6 with his eye still on the scope, and the kick pounded the scope onto his face, and he had to get six stitches. They then went to a campout with all of the boys from my church.
The shooting with my sister, Lexi, and our parents was really fun. The sound wasn't too bad either. I wore a pair of ear plugs and sound proof headphones. Lexi's dad taught us about gun safety and how to protect ourselves by using them. We went to dinner afterwards and got to talk and mess around. It was also really fun to watch Lexi and Katie shoot their first gun. Their faces were priceless. They closed their eyes and scrunched up their faces. They didn’t even look at the target, so they completely missed. It was a great day. I felt experienced and proud of myself.
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