"Dad I don't need to learn this stuff. I'm 10 years old Dad. The other 10 year olds on my class don't have to learn this." The rifle is smooth and cool to touch but is impossible to hold because of how heavy it is. I stand there, struggling to keep a grasp on the rifle, whilst also listening to Dad go on about our Scottish heritage. Grandma was taught by her father who was a soldier and a farmer and believed it was best to know how to use a rifle.
She died when I was 3 so I never met her, thank god. She sounds like a stuck up word I'm not allowed to use.
Dad takes the rifle and aims it at the glass bottle and fires. The bottle explodes and shards fly everywhere. He hands me back the rifle. I aim the rifle at the solitary tin can and fire. The can is pushed off the wall and lands on the ground, wounded.
"Well done kiddo. One day, you're going to thank me for this."
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