our targets, and we did so. I began to feel a bit nervous. The guns were still heavy to me because I was younger, and I wondered how I would be able to handle such a powerful thing as a gun. When my father handed me my rifle, I felt like it was as big as I was. This was something I had only seen adults handle, and I was intimidated by the heavy wood and cold steel. Trying to look as if I had done it countless times before, I slung the iron on my back with the strap on my shoulders. Uncle Kevin told me I should have checked the chamber for cartridges as soon as the gun was handed over to me, and my father reprimanded me. Though I am sure the adults thought nothing much more of it, I was deeply e
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