Personal Narrative: When I Shot My First Gun

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.

When i was a young buck back in the day my dad bought me my first bow i was so excited.The next day we went to L and M and bought arrows feild tips and a relese, then we went home to target practice. I was shooting at ten yards i missed the target and i hit the lawnmower tire, my dad grounded me for two days.

I can remember the day that my cousin Andrew got shot. Andrew wasn’t really my cousin. Andrew was my babysitter. When Andrew would babysit me he would always tell his friends to bring their siblings over for me to have someone to play with and company for him. Andrew was well known; everyone knew not to mess with him or get on his bad side because his family had a bad reputation, but Andrew was really a good guy. He had all A’s, wasn’t really a fighter, just an overall guy who lived the street life. He always told me that he never wanted to be in the streets and do the things he did for money, just to be successful and go to college. Andrew had a brother name Andre around my age and sister a little younger, so we were all close.

I’m sure you have probably heard about the shootings and burglary that have happened recently. If not, you’re about to. March 25 police were called to Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas with reports of an active shooter. Well, it turns out, those reports were false. But what did happen was, masked robbers broke into the high-end jewelry and watch store of the hotel. You may be asking “So what, these things happen more than you think.” Yeah, well, the robbers were wearing character masks, nice dark suits or tuxedos, and armed with sledge hammers. An image a witness captured shows one of the burglars wearing a pig mask.

Did you know that my grandma’s family name was originally Karlsson if you were a man and Karlsdaughter if you were a woman? When my great, great grandfather moved to America they changed it to Carlson so it would be more American. This is how they came to America.

The clock had just strck midnight then I had seen some one out side my window. Then I went to look at what is was and there was a man acting strange then a man was Chasing him down the street flaying his arms at the strange man as soon as I relies that I need to call the police the phones where down and the power then I put my shoes on to. Go down to the police staion to see why to power and phones where down. When I got down to the street was wet far way I had seen more people flaying ther arms running at me so I ran back to my apprment and grabed my taco gun. When I got back down to the door thay were at my door step so I whent to my window to shoot my tacos at them one of them saw behind me and schrchd me I shot a

If you really want to hear about this goddam story, boy, I must warn you that it has nothing interesting, just about a stupid bastard who always forgets other’s name.

Gunny. The first online multiplayer game I’ve ever played. It’s very popular from where I came from. So you first start out by customizing your own avatar. Since you’ll be level 1, you won’t get much choice of clothes, hairs and accessories to choose from. Gunny is an online multiplayer shooting game-not-really. The way you get your avatar to fire is probably one of the most unique ways I have ever seen. So there are angle, power and wind involve. You would have 5 to 20 seconds (depends on which one you pick) to calculate the right angle and power (with wind involve which makes it even harder) to it hit the person you’re trying to shoot. Yes! A game that is fun to play and good for you to practice your math skill; it is actually

I woke up in the morning and I took my dog on a walk and I saw a moving van so I had went over there to see what was going on. On the way there there was a family of two there was a Mom,and girl named Sam the family seem very nice I didn't know about the Sam she seem very odd so I did not know what to think about her. The next day I got up and went to school in the middle of the day the girl next door was there and she was off she was rude and we did not like each other she had black pants and Black short and purple hair she look so mean anyways I from the first day I seen here I now that I will not like her.

I heard six shots that night, the three that killed my best friend were the worst. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. Mama and Daddy taught me what to do when I got stopped by the cops not what to do when my best friend gets shot by one. There was this moment right after he got shot the first time, his face went blank, it was almost like he was telling me that everything was going to be okay, that I didn’t need to worry. The second shot, he was gasping for air. The third shot, (the third shot he was already on the ground, it’s like officer 115 was saying, “you’re dead but I’m going to shoot you one more time just for fun”), at least that's what it felt like to me. The first and second shot scared me, the third

It was a hot day in the middle of September. My gun fired and the deer collapsed. I remember happening like it was yesterday and will forever be apart of me. The first time I shot a deer is a life changing moment. I can still feel the adrenaline rush when I think about it. Hunting is one of the most primal things humans can do, and the feeling is unlike any other.

It had been dark, and looking back at it, Magnolia could see how her intentions had easily been misinterpreted. After all, manipulating gigantic chunks of metal around a room with what appears to be a stick would be quite uncanny, especially for one who is not used to magic. -------------------------------------------------------------------

The most exciting day in my life, was when I shot my first deer. I was 13 years old and in the 8th grade. I had hunted 2 years before that, and had never had any luck with shooting a deer. This year I had higher expectations, the years before chances had been presented to me ,but could never seem to get a shot at one, but this year was gonna be different. We took the precautions that we do every year to prepare for the big day ahead, we ran through a mental checklist of everything that we thought we might need, making sure we didn't forget anything important. Before we started to pack anything else, my dad and I made sure we packed all of our warm clothes, we also packed flashlights, guns, shells, knives, ropes, etc. and the next step we had to take was getting a good nights sleep.

He is good with a gun and can shoot any kind of target. The first real gun he ever shot was a 410 shotgun when he was 7, at the time that gun was his grandpas and now 7 years later it is in his possession. Not only does he have a 410 he has 2 other guns. He has a 22 LR which is older than him and works like a dream.

Years later, my dad decided to take me to the gun range. He had brought the gun that his father had taught him how to shoot