Solomon Grundy
Distinguished Member
When I was about 13 my dad gave me his old air rifle with which I proceeded to shoot stuff...I guess it was his fault for leaving me unsupervised with nothing but some crappy paper targets. As a hateful boy I shot a lot of birds, sparrows, blue tits, blackbirds, starlings etc...I even shot a rat. My brother's toys were all wasted too and I once shot him in the ass for not letting me shoot Mr T. When a firm of builders began work on a housing development in the field next to our house I used to shoot the portaloo while they were using it, now that was funny!
One time I shot a Blackbird off the roof of my neighbour's house 3 doors down...it was mortally wounded and as it flailed down the roof I felt a bit guilty, but my guilt turned to fear as it fell off and landed on the poor woman who was sunbathing in her garden and sprayed her with blood. Needless to say, when her husband brought the poor Blackbrd round later to show my mum and dad what I had done I got into some real trouble...I was never allowed to use the rifle again.
That is probably as naughty as I got...how bad were you as a kid?
One time I shot a Blackbird off the roof of my neighbour's house 3 doors down...it was mortally wounded and as it flailed down the roof I felt a bit guilty, but my guilt turned to fear as it fell off and landed on the poor woman who was sunbathing in her garden and sprayed her with blood. Needless to say, when her husband brought the poor Blackbrd round later to show my mum and dad what I had done I got into some real trouble...I was never allowed to use the rifle again.
That is probably as naughty as I got...how bad were you as a kid?