December 23, 2009


Christmas Memory: bb guns

One Christmas, my brother and I got Daisy bb guns. We wanted them bad. We couldn’t wait to shoot them, but it was mid-winter in Rockford. Daddy set us up a stack of boxes packed with newspaper in the basement with a target stapled to the side. It wasn’t long before we bored of straight shootin’ and opted up for tricks. We went upstairs, stole Mom’s hand-mirror off her vanity, and commenced fancy-shootin’ backwards Annie Oakley style. My brother’s first shot riccocheted off the blocks of the basement wall and hit my brother in the back of his head. Didn’t hurt him. Didn’t break the skin. But how he howled. It stung! We could have put an eye out!

I invite all clusterflockers/readers near and far to tell us a Christmas story over the next few days. It would be the best gift we could give each other.

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6 Responses to “Christmas Memory: bb guns”

  1. Joseph Logan on December 23rd, 2009 at 9:29 pm

    I also shot my brother in the back of the head. I believe the statute of limitations has run out on that confession.

  2. Rick Neece on December 23rd, 2009 at 9:58 pm

    Oh, Joseph, I know you, Statute limited or not, it must have been on accident.

  3. Daryl Scroggins on December 24th, 2009 at 12:18 pm

    Rick! I had the bb gun the little kid in the picture has, but always wanted the one the big kid has (the break-over barrel air rifle) that would take out squir…I mean that would really punch through those cans! I guess it’s good I didn’t have one of those since I often had bb gun wars with the neighbor kids. We would put heavy coats on and those plastic glasses we wore in shop class–and combat would commence. We always kept at it until some kid ran home screaming. I pierced a guy’s ear once and I have a scar on my cheek, but that was the extent of the injuries. Of the four or five boys who participated, one was killed in Vietnam, one went to prison, and I’m here writing about it. Don’t know what happened to the others, but Merry Christmas to them wherever they are.

  4. Phil Bebbington on December 25th, 2009 at 6:04 pm

    I was 10 I think. I was over the moon that my parents had bought me a camera for Christmas, it was a Kodak Instamatic 25. Little did I know that in the twinkle of an eye my Christmas present became the family camera!

    I still carry the scars.

    The swines!

  5. Sheila Ryan on December 26th, 2009 at 7:16 am

    Being an only child, I lacked opportunities to shoot a sibling with a BB gun. But I live with a guy who winged his brother. I think it’s what you do.

  6. Cindy Scroggins on December 26th, 2009 at 3:15 pm

    Okay, I’m putting a BB gun on my wish list. Although what I really want is a shiny little silver gun that I can wear in a holster. Pow, pow.

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