Oh the memories.

When I was growing up I always wanted to be around my big brother. I'm not sure why but I did. Whether it was going to the batting cages, riding our bikes, playing in the yard or anything else I was always right there up under his feet. I do remember this one time he had his BB gun out on the back steps playing with it. Well he had the bright idea that he wanted to practice shooting it. So I stayed outside and played with the dogs while he went inside. A few minutes later he returned and sat back on the steps. I asked where he went and he said he emptied the gun of ALL the BB's. Very confused, I asked what he was going to do. He said he cut the ends off of Q-tips and put them in the gun. Then he told me that he was going to practice shooting on me. Then he told me to run around the yard and he was going to shoot me with the cotton end of the Q-tips and it wouldn't hurt. After about five minutes of being shot with those, I felt a sharp pain in the left thigh. I looked down and it was already starting to bruise up. Obviously he had not seen all of the BB's because he forgot one, which by that point was in my leg. My parents were inside taking a nap, but that didn't keep me for screaming and crying at the top of my lungs. He was trying to get me to be quiet but it was to late. My parents came outside and asked what had happened and after I finally got it all out, they took me inside and tried to calm me down. On the other hand, he got in tons and tons and tons of trouble. I thought it was kind of funny and still do. Needless to say, there was never a dull moment with me & my brother.