My favorite Christmas movie is Christmas Story. Like the kid in the movie, I always wanted a bb gun. I think mine was a Daisy though. Like the kid in the movie, mom was afraid I'd put my eye out. Like the kid in the movie, I was persistent. Like the kid in the movie, I finally got my gun. I shot everything in sight. My favorite target was our trash barrel. I shot it laying on my belly commando style. I shot it kneeling on one knee. I tried to shoot it Rifleman style, you know, twirling it to cock it and shoot in one motion. How did he do that? And I shot it standing too close. And like the kid in the movie, the bb just didn't have the penetrating power I expected and bounced off the barrel right back into my glasses. Fortunately, unlike the kid in the movie, my glasses didn't break. But the incident sure got my attention. After that I shot mostly cardboard boxes, which took more imagination to turn into German tanks.
My mom and sisters think I even looked like the kid in the movie. They are getting a little old, because I know I was much cooler looking. Must suck to get old.
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