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| NOT an actual photo of me. just resembles me in 1973 |
When I was 7 years old (and we lived on our farm), Dad brought me out to show me how to fire his smallest rifle (a 22, I think). His other rifles were too heavy for me.
I hit the bulls eyes almost "dead center" on just the second try.
I gave him back the gun and asked, "Can I go now?"
He looked at the target, then back at me and said,
"Yup. I guess that's enough for today."
We never did that again.
The 'anniversary' of Dad's funeral is August 17, 2009. I remembered it, so I share it with you.
Thanks for being here and 'listening' to another of my memories.
Sincerely, Laura-Lee
