Post of Christmas Past #4

The year that my cousin Samuel got a Red Rider B.B. gun was a big, big year. Around seven or eight at the time, Sam was a skinny and shrimpy little rascal with hair that resembled a red fox. His pale complexion was speckled with teensy brown freckles and his eyes shone blue through his pale, red lashes. Desperately trying to be like my grandfather in every way, shape, and form... anything that was manly was something that Sam was into. Though my grandfather isn't a hunting man, he has a gun and has let Sam shoot it a couple of times. So, opening up a box and revealing his very own B.B. gun must have been something incredibly special. After the excitement had dwindled away and he was in the mindset for a safety lecture and some target practice, we all took it outside to try it out. 

(It turns out that I have really great aim)