Bad Shot

This past summer we went to the farm to visit family.  They have such beautiful property over there and is always fun, especially for the kids.  The adults were able to dabble in some target shooting and I thought I would give it a go.  It's not every day you get to shoot a gun.  Here was my opportunity. 

 I remember shooting guns with my dad when I was younger.  We would also wear earphones to protect our ears - I remember them being bright orange.  I forget the name of this gun, but I think the gun I shot as a kid was longer and had a telescope on it.  This gun looks small, but it has a kick.  You can tell by my expression I'm just anticipating it.  It seems easy to shoot a target, but I knew I'd soon find out if that was true or not.

 You can't see it, but I didn't even hit my target.  I don't even think I hit the bale of hay.  It has been decided I am a terrible shot.  There has been talk about whether or not to own a gun.  I don't like the subject at all, but I do know that if any evildoers decide to come to my house and I owned a gun, they most probably would get away unharmed. 

On a side note, it's not every day I see the back of my head.  My hair looks cute in the back.  That was in the summer.  It doesn't look like that anymore, but how would I know.