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Originally Posted by Taltarzac725
I hung around with a very bad crowd in Reno, Nevada when about aged 14 and one of these boys pointed a loaded BB gun at my eye. This was in his house. I convinced him to try to shoot between my fingers. He missed and put a BB into my left pinky. I plucked it out a few minutes later but far away from this boy.
I certainly remember how much adrenaline I had in that encounter. The boy who shot me had to go into some kind of mental health developmental place after his parents found out what he had done.
I got away from this bad group (who had done far worse than the BB gun shooting to one another) and found books and a great English teacher in Mrs. Barbara Mitchell at Earl Wooster High School in Reno, Nevada. She eventually gave me a small Memorial Scholarship in her late daughter Michelle Mitchell's name.
I do own some guns but would have trouble getting to them quickly as I do not keep them loaded nor anywhere near my bed. Do have many other things that could stop an intruder though. Golf clubs for instance.
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Yes, and we could THROW our very heavy Wednesday Village paper at them!