jmiller676
Master
Dang... I don't have any stories nearly as good as y'all's. Blowing craters in the lawn, building rockets, jumping go-karts? Sounds fun to me!
Best I have is, when I was about 6 or 7 I found my grandpa's old BB gun in our garage shortly after he moved in with us. It looked EXACTLY like the toy gun my friend down the street had, so I started playing around with it. We were not a gun-owning family, and I'd never been educated about them. Luckily, all I shot was the house across the street before I realized it wasn't a toy gun.
I guess oops doesn't cover that eh?