You know something?
I was never allowed to have a BB gun as a kid!
I got my first .22 at 9, for Christmas, and a single shot H&R 20 gauge the following year.
But The Old Man had an auto salvage, and BB guns would spall or crack glass, and Dad was afraid of us ruining the windshields and stuff!
Of course, there were other perks to having a salvage. My brothers and I got to drive around at age 10!
I had a ‘64 Falcon that was mine, and Gue, my younger brother had a Maverick. We drag raced in a field, and had car chases all over the place! (We had to desist in the summertime on account of the dust, and clothes hanging out on the lines)
I wouldn’t trade my life then, for that of a Prince.
Who the hell needs a freakin BB gun, anyway?
Damn, thinking back, I think .22s were maybe a buck for a box of 50!
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