Set up a target for practicing with my bb gun. At the tender age of 8, I didn’t understand the concept of a backstop. Shot the hell out of the front windshield of the ‘59 Chevy.
LOL. I knocked my dads motorcycle over while climbing on it on the porch. It was loud and I panicked and considered running off then coming home later acting surprised and blaming the Gypsies again. Had previously gotten off the hook kicking a soccer ball through the window that way. But I froze and when he came bursting out to the porch he was relieved I hadn’t knocked it over on myself.
