This summer, I learned how to shoot a firearm. Typically that wouldn't be too daunting, but considering I'm a pacifist nerd who does not really have a strong barrier of muscles- it was difficult. My grandfather, my father, and I drove out to a deserted country road (safety first, mind you) in Kansas. If someone had taken my pulse, it most likely was skyrocketing as I lifted the twelve-gauge shotgun to my shoulder. I took a breath and squeezed the trigger. It fired and about ten minutes later, I had a gigantic bruise on my shoulder. Definitely a memorable summer.
27-Jul-2012 15:45:01