When I was a kid I spent alot of time with my uncle he was like a father to me, I used to live with him. Were we lived was kind of in the country and I had 3 uncles that lived next to each other, one across the street and the other 2 next to each other which is were I stayed. My uncle that I lived with (Marine) took off dont know were he went, my other uncle thought it to be a good idea to give me a BB Rifle. I played with the Rifle a bit then got the idea, I perched myself up on my uncles shed who lived next door and not like now days were you can spit and hit your neighbors house, these houses were far apart. So I am waiting in the hot sun on top of my uncles shed for my other uncle to come back, a couple hours in there he is pulling up Bam I take my shot aiming for his head WHY I DONT KNOW, I miss and hit his truck on the pillar by the windshield, my uncle looked right at me knew exactly were I was, and yelled your dead when I catch you.



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