Personal Narrative: Semi-Automatic BB Guns

When I was a kid, I did not think about gun violence. In fact, I grew up in a household that accepted guns. My dad, uncle, and grandfather all owned guns, and I never really gave much thought about it. When I was younger my dad bought me a little BB gun and taught me how to use it. We used to go outside in our backyard which was all fenced off. He taught me all the safety precautions, and set up the paper targets for me to shoot. I always believed that was normal, everyone owned guns. I didn't realize the importance in which they played, in our society, for protection, until July 20, 2012. I watched the frightening and horrific incident that took place in a no gun-zone theater in Aurora, Colorado. It was that day at my house that the importance of guns became very clear to me. As I watched the intense news, I saw how all those victims were in danger, and how they appeared so helpless. They were trapped, and left with nothing to do but call 911, and wait for the police to show up. In the last five years, I have come to realization the importance that guns play, whether or not it is in a gun-free zone or not. They are a base of protection, because attackers will always find away to obtain them.

“He broke open the gun again, and slipped the second cartridge into the cylinder. ‘Now we got two cartridges in here,’ he said”

This morning I meet my mentor at bear arms shooting range. We signed in and picked my targets out before going back to the car to bring in the shotgunn. When we came back we put our ear and eye protection on and headed into the range. Mr. Sanders described what I would be doing today and how that would prepare me for the following weeks. Starting with how to load a gun, opening, inserting the shell, closing,aiming, taking the safety off, and then shooting. All of which I already knew how to do from prior experience. I felt pretty confident in myself for I had shot before (I was wrong). Next he described the differences between shooting in a range and shooting clays that move through the air. Then connecting how my skills at the range are

He had your gun.’ ‘An’ you got it away from him and you took it an’ you killed him?’ ‘Yeah.

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

I lolled around still thinking about the decision I had made. The vicissitudes were just piling up, on after another. The only things I heard were buildings crumble, guns being fired, and bombs dropping. I missed the sound of my car starting, I missed the sound of the music playing, but most of all, I missed the sound of my children laughing and playing. The kind of chastisement I was living through was just unbearable and I was ready to leave. No one was stabbing me, no one was shooting me, just thinking about what I have lost is the most painful thing. I heard gunshots getting closer. I needed to leave.

. Givens, Tom. " Millions of New Gun Owners Need Right Kind of Training." SAF Training Division.

A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed.

In today’s society, children having BB-guns may lead to more violence. These products can increase your child’s comfort around guns. They can even create certain satisfaction when shooting their target successfully.

He began to gibber to himself, cursing the war, cursing himself, cursing everybody.” He was suddenly overcome by anger at his own actions, and as a consequence, felt lucky enough to cross the street to take a peek at the enemy sniper. What happens after The Sniper sees that it’s his brother that he just shot reveals some complicated history with his family. Since The Sniper was on an opposite side as his brother, it can be inferred that they had different beliefs, in this instance completely opposite beliefs. This means that at any point before this, The Sniper and his brother would have had some sort of conflict, and possible with the entire family.

He chuckled and extended his arm pointing the gun to my head. I got on my knees and pleaded for my life like a little coward.

Outside their apartment, Stephen and Stanley resumed their altercation, at which point, Mark said, the younger brother pulled out a gun and fired a shot, fatally striking his older sibling. "I ran outside, I got to the point of where [my brothers were fighting]," said Mark. "Right before my eyes, my brother shot my other brother."

My enemy was hit. I didn’t have to worry anymore. I hurried and left to get to street level but then curiosity came over me. I wanted to see who I killed, so I decided to risk going over to have a look at him.I darted across the street. A machine gun tore up the ground around me with a hail of bullets, but I escaped. I threw myself face downward beside the corpse. The machine gun stopped.Then I turned over the dead body and looked into my brother's face. I promise that I didn’t know! I would have never shot my brother, I love him. I don’t know what he was doing their. If I would have known I would have never shot him, I would have let him shoot me. I’m sorry mother! I know that there’s nothing that can change what happened. I'm sorry. In

I pompously walk into the Lounge with a determination to meet someone new and to show them how much power and respect the people from my story have given me, before I was murdered anyway. I look across the room, but only to find one small boy sitting at a table with a small bb gun in his arm, shooting at the wall with the most obnoxious noises that could come out of any human being. As I get closer to him, he quickly turns around and shoots me straight in the face, while saying, “bang! bang! bang! Bang!”.

Determined to escape this hell hole or die trying I zipped up my vest and began to load the pistol and rifle I took from the guard. Fueled with rage I kicked open the door and released fire on 3 guards crouched in