Now this is the kind of stuff my Christmas dreams used to be made of. I wonder how old Ava has to be before Leah lets me get her a BB gun.
Seriously, I remember going with my dad to the local sporting goods stores and standing in a quivering state of desire in front of the racks of BB guns. I only ever had pump action models; the CO2 rifles were exotics that I knew I’d never have the money to buy.
I was a pretty good shot. My brother and I would set up cans and all sorts of other items in a little firing range behind our house and spend hours shooting holes in them. And we each have both our eyes to this day. Good times….