Ahhh... Airguns.. the fond memories...
The fondest of which was... the neighbor girl holding me down and kissing me.. She was like fifteen, i was ten or eleven... so i shot her in the behind when she let me up... Yeah, Dad broke the bb gun in eight pieces and I had to stand up beside my desk for two days because of the welts....
I still kind of consider it all worth it for that kiss... If only i could go back, knowing what I know now...........................