Personal Narrative: Nerf Gun War

I am currently living in Seattle, the Emerald City. Even with many wonderful aspects around this city, there are few things that I hope will change in the future. One of the problem that I faced was the gun violence.

One friday afternoon I had a friend Anna come over to my house to stay the night. Me and Anna and also my mom were all watching movies and eating pizza. Well my family is full of boy’s so we like to have nerf gun wars.

We quickly grabbed our guns and we started fighting many people were injured or killed.Everyone

Things were just going great! I thought for sure that they were going to shoot my Moose. But my dad wasn't going to let that happen. We ran right by the truck and set-up in the nearest spot we could see the Moose. It was a pretty bad position and I was basically laying backward in the middle of a bush trying to get steady. The other hunters were kneeling down and looking through their scopes. My dad could not believe his eyes and all he said was "shoot, and make sure you get

The next Monday coach gave us practice off so I headed home again. That night I went over to my brother's house and borrowed his shotgun because it had a fully rifled barrel with a scope. This gun was much better than mine. While I was there we talked about where he had shot his deer and where he had saw other deer. I headed home that night with little hope that I would actually get a deer at all. It was really cold when I got up the next morning. I headed out to a spot near where my brother shot his deer. As I walked out the snow covered ground crunched under my feet. I got set up in my spot and settled down for the wait. I was sitting there for about forty five minutes when I heard a noise.

As we walked on we started using roman candles to shoot at trees and street signs, and being stupid kids we got the bright idea to shoot them at each other. The game was short lived as we had the roman candles that would pop, so when my brother Tyler shot me; not only did it explode and catch my shirt on fire, but it also temporarily made me deaf with a ring in my ears for about ten minutes. At that point my brothers decided we should stop and head home. We turned around and began to head back, but we still had some fireworks left, so on the way back we began popping the rest, but we kept them away from the houses, and stayed near the hills and puddles and

As a former company intern, the possibility of returning to Targeted Victory to work with the client strategy team serves as the ideal situation for both the company and I. The experience and training that I gained at Targeted Victory, in the year that I was there, has been one of the most insightful work periods of my life. Now as the opportunity to return to the company presents itself, I see no better move than to return to the company that taught me and invested in me while I still relatively new to the political arena.

One year ago on the fourth of July at my family's farm, ¨wha whoo ¨we said in excitement as we jumped in piles of hay.We would mess up a pile, then put it back together we would run, run ,run ,then jump as high as we can we would make team and whatever team won they would get a special hat to wear and we would fight about who won and who get the hat also. They would fight about cheating , I would tell them not to fight because it's the Fourth of July after that would laugh so hard and they would laugh at them self too . they would be so confused at me and look at me sideways.. My brother and all the younger kids would play in the grass with toys than one of the

It all started in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. My daughter, my wife, and I were walking into Toby Keiths Bar & Grill. A black suburban pulled up and rolled the window down, and fired a Beretta M9 into my daughter's chest. She fell into my arms and I couldn’t bear the pain of what was going on. After the gun fired there was nothing but the ringing in my ears from the gun.

I have not personally had an experience with gun violence, but I know people who have had a run in with the danger of it. For example, a teacher of mine, Mr. Ritchie, a good portion of his relatives from his moms side have all had guns pointed at their head. I believe Mr. Ritchie lives in Crown Heights, or Brooklyn. His grandfather was getting ready to get in his car and drive home, and out of no where, a man shows up points a gun at his head and jacks his car and drives off. Additionally, another teacher from last year (whom i quite like ^u^), Mr. Krugelki also had a run in with gun violence. He is working his shift at a party store, when a man walks in (notice the pattern?) a asks for something, as Mr.K turns his back to get what the man

It was a dark and cold night during the middle of the war. I set up my sniper to get ready for the next battle. We got here early to get the upper hand on our opponents. We have to win this war. I went to the nearest rooftop that looked like it provided good coverage. I loaded my gun and did the one thing i could, I waited.

Have you ever wanted something you did not have money for? Well, that happened to me when I wanted the Nerf Hyperfire and needed money ,so my mother replied to me saying I must raise the money for it.

I would like to go paintballing before i get old because, once i get old, I won’t be able to shoot a Paintball gun accurately or or hold it. also if I get hit by a paintball it's going to even hurt more than the kid's perspective. I want to do this because I want to feel how painful it's going to be getting hit by 1 and just for the fun of it. I would really like to go with my cousin and my friend because if I play with myself it would be no fun.We all need something to shoot at right? Heheh.

The sounds of the aircraft's flying past the camp woke up Alex and I. I was nervous about are training so I asked Alex if he was ready to shoot a gun. Sgt Miller yelled “Rise and Shine magots.” Everyone in the sleeping quarters woke up to the yelling. Sgt Miller wanted us to get dressed and meet him at the gun range. Alex and I got their last. Sgt Miller handed me and Alex a M1A1 Carbine, the gun weighed a ton. Sgt Miller told everyone to go to a target and get ready to shoot. Alex and I were getting in position to shoot. Sgt Miller yelled “Fire.” Alex hit the left arm of the paper target. I hit right in the middle of the head. Sgt Miller said to me “Kevin shoot again for me.” I shoot again and it hit right in the middle of the head again.

After school on this day, a friend and I decided to go hunting before our evening basketball practice. I really don't know why we called it hunting, because we didn't have an idea exactly what we were hunting for. We had forty acres of my backyard to do our merciless killing of defenseless animals. We were two ignorant kids with semi-automatic and lever-action .22 caliber rifles.