Hello folks!
Yesterday was a milestone in my life of fourteen (almost fifteen!) years.
I shot a gun!!!
I first shot my dad's pistol. I don't remember what he called it but it's a big hand gun(or at least it was to me, I have small hands).
My Paw Paw and my dad took me to a gun range near my grandparents house, and lemme just tell you, when i first saw that place, I my doubts as to it's safety.
(I found out that it was a really old building, and my dad had always gone there, so it wasn't a bad place, just old. I knew that my dad and Paw Paw wouldn't take me to a bad place, JSYK)
It's this small, concrete building, in a run down part of town. The building had a little door that when you went through it, there was a medium sized room, with guns in glass cases and an animal head hung up on the wall.
I heard gun shots coming from the doors left of the checkout place. I felt, uh, nervous? If that's what you call the twisting of the stomach, and it felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest.
Having never shot a firearm of any sort, I had no idea WHAT to expect. And it didn't help that dad had been telling me that if you drop a loaded gun you could end up dead or seriously injured.
Dad got out some ear plugs, and some ear, not muffs but you know what I mean.
They cover your ears and a plastic thing keeps them on your head. Okay, so he asked which ones I wanted. "Both," was my unhesitating reply. When you're stepping out into unknown territory you want to be protected!!
Well, we went up the small concrete hill that led to the shooting room. We went past two doors, we turned a corner and I saw about twelve small stalls that went far back.
I felt like a dog being taken to the pound. I had BTW, gone voluntarily, only I had imagined the range to look more friendly and inviting. And with AC, they might have had it, but I sure didn't feel it!
We walked to stall #10, and Paw Paw went to stall #9. There was only a hand full of people there, but it was loud with talking and gun shots. Not that I heard the talking, my ear protection was doing a nice job, and I had to work my brain to hear what my dad was saying, as well as read his lips. Crazy huh?
Anywho, he got the pistol ready and wanted me to shoot it. If you don't know me, then you don't know that I hate saying that I'm scared, and I rarely am, which is what makes it hard when I do feel that feeling. But I don't mind saying that I was SCARED when he told me to shoot it. I was like,
"Uh, you shoot it first," he did and was telling me how to do it, then told me to do it,
"No! You do it again," he said he already knew how to shoot it, and that "It's like a roller-coaster, once you do it the first time you wanna do it again," now let's stop right there shall we?
I do not trust him when it comes to roller-coasters. It was this same man who told me that the Drop-Zone at Kemah did something "funny" to your stomach.
Well I didn't do it that first time because I was wearing a long skirt, and I told him I would do it next time. Well, next time comes around and he keeps saying,
"It's fun, it just does something funny to your stomach," I was wearing jeans, so I didn't have an excuse, mom had stayed home with Sophie, and my Momo and Popo were all "encouraging" me to do it. It was a simple case of "elder pressure".
You've heard of peer pressure, I've dealt with elder pressure. So with the air of a soldier going off to war, I walked up to that ride, and mounted those stairs, and wanted to turn and go back the way I'd come.
But I soon found myself in the seat, beside my deceitful father, and facing the direction of my grandparents, and the others who were watching, so that they could record me on the ride.
It didn't help that the lady who was controlling the ride said, "Yeah,I think that's the seat they have in there with duct tape and glue," I knew she was joking, but I was already locked in the seat so changing was impossible...
Well, I gripped the shoulder bars, I think they're called, and waited for what was to come next. If you've never been to Kemah, then you don't know how high the ride is.
I was about a quarter of the way up, and I could already see roof tops! And I, not liking heights, closed my eyes and waited.
That first ride up was the easiest since I had no idea what to expect.
I opened my eyes once or twice and looked around, and feeling sickened at the height I was at, closed them again.
As we went up and up, my dad tried to scare me by saying,
"Oh! I shouldn't have got on this again!" and stuff like that, and he told me to open my eyes. Yeah right!
Finally, we reached the top, the whole thing jerked and came down in less than half a minute!
Laugh all you want, but I literally thought I had flown out of the ride and was falling to my death! Does something funny to your stomach my foot! It SLAUGHTERED my stomach!!!!
I didn't scream at all, because I was in too much shock to scream.
It feels like you are falling from a high building, and something is yanking you down.
And, surprise! I got on it again three more times. Not because I wanted to, but once again: elder pressure.
My dad was like, "Come on Mariah! It's fun! Are you scared?" no, just petrified but whatever.
But back to the range.
Well dad pulled me into the stall, and I eventually took the gun in my hand, he had his hands on mine, and I asked him to pull the trigger for me, so I could feel how the much the gun jerked.
It wasn't that bad, and I was soon shooting it by myself. My Paw Paw recorded the experience and I am 99.9 % sure that it is, or soon will be on YouTube or Facebook, or both.
Now, here comes a shocker...
I also shot my Paw Paw's AK47!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And by the time I got it, the barrel was HOT! It was so hot, that the gun was smoking, and sweating, and the sweat was SIZZLING on the barrel!
That was recorded too, and when it's made public I'll post a link so y'all can see me do it. :D I must warn you though, that the glasses I was wearing made me look weird, but that comes with the territory.
Until I find some cool glasses to wear that is.
It was a great day! I shot two guns, sweated in the heat (that's not the good part) but my hair still looked good when we left, and I came out of the situation smelling like...
Well, gunpowder, but femininely, if that's possible.
Mya
Yesterday was a milestone in my life of fourteen (almost fifteen!) years.
I shot a gun!!!
I first shot my dad's pistol. I don't remember what he called it but it's a big hand gun(or at least it was to me, I have small hands).
My Paw Paw and my dad took me to a gun range near my grandparents house, and lemme just tell you, when i first saw that place, I my doubts as to it's safety.
(I found out that it was a really old building, and my dad had always gone there, so it wasn't a bad place, just old. I knew that my dad and Paw Paw wouldn't take me to a bad place, JSYK)
It's this small, concrete building, in a run down part of town. The building had a little door that when you went through it, there was a medium sized room, with guns in glass cases and an animal head hung up on the wall.
I heard gun shots coming from the doors left of the checkout place. I felt, uh, nervous? If that's what you call the twisting of the stomach, and it felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest.
Having never shot a firearm of any sort, I had no idea WHAT to expect. And it didn't help that dad had been telling me that if you drop a loaded gun you could end up dead or seriously injured.
Dad got out some ear plugs, and some ear, not muffs but you know what I mean.
They cover your ears and a plastic thing keeps them on your head. Okay, so he asked which ones I wanted. "Both," was my unhesitating reply. When you're stepping out into unknown territory you want to be protected!!
Well, we went up the small concrete hill that led to the shooting room. We went past two doors, we turned a corner and I saw about twelve small stalls that went far back.
I felt like a dog being taken to the pound. I had BTW, gone voluntarily, only I had imagined the range to look more friendly and inviting. And with AC, they might have had it, but I sure didn't feel it!
We walked to stall #10, and Paw Paw went to stall #9. There was only a hand full of people there, but it was loud with talking and gun shots. Not that I heard the talking, my ear protection was doing a nice job, and I had to work my brain to hear what my dad was saying, as well as read his lips. Crazy huh?
Anywho, he got the pistol ready and wanted me to shoot it. If you don't know me, then you don't know that I hate saying that I'm scared, and I rarely am, which is what makes it hard when I do feel that feeling. But I don't mind saying that I was SCARED when he told me to shoot it. I was like,
"Uh, you shoot it first," he did and was telling me how to do it, then told me to do it,
"No! You do it again," he said he already knew how to shoot it, and that "It's like a roller-coaster, once you do it the first time you wanna do it again," now let's stop right there shall we?
I do not trust him when it comes to roller-coasters. It was this same man who told me that the Drop-Zone at Kemah did something "funny" to your stomach.
Well I didn't do it that first time because I was wearing a long skirt, and I told him I would do it next time. Well, next time comes around and he keeps saying,
"It's fun, it just does something funny to your stomach," I was wearing jeans, so I didn't have an excuse, mom had stayed home with Sophie, and my Momo and Popo were all "encouraging" me to do it. It was a simple case of "elder pressure".
You've heard of peer pressure, I've dealt with elder pressure. So with the air of a soldier going off to war, I walked up to that ride, and mounted those stairs, and wanted to turn and go back the way I'd come.
But I soon found myself in the seat, beside my deceitful father, and facing the direction of my grandparents, and the others who were watching, so that they could record me on the ride.
It didn't help that the lady who was controlling the ride said, "Yeah,I think that's the seat they have in there with duct tape and glue," I knew she was joking, but I was already locked in the seat so changing was impossible...
Well, I gripped the shoulder bars, I think they're called, and waited for what was to come next. If you've never been to Kemah, then you don't know how high the ride is.
I was about a quarter of the way up, and I could already see roof tops! And I, not liking heights, closed my eyes and waited.
That first ride up was the easiest since I had no idea what to expect.
I opened my eyes once or twice and looked around, and feeling sickened at the height I was at, closed them again.
As we went up and up, my dad tried to scare me by saying,
"Oh! I shouldn't have got on this again!" and stuff like that, and he told me to open my eyes. Yeah right!
Finally, we reached the top, the whole thing jerked and came down in less than half a minute!
Laugh all you want, but I literally thought I had flown out of the ride and was falling to my death! Does something funny to your stomach my foot! It SLAUGHTERED my stomach!!!!
I didn't scream at all, because I was in too much shock to scream.
It feels like you are falling from a high building, and something is yanking you down.
And, surprise! I got on it again three more times. Not because I wanted to, but once again: elder pressure.
My dad was like, "Come on Mariah! It's fun! Are you scared?" no, just petrified but whatever.
But back to the range.
Well dad pulled me into the stall, and I eventually took the gun in my hand, he had his hands on mine, and I asked him to pull the trigger for me, so I could feel how the much the gun jerked.
It wasn't that bad, and I was soon shooting it by myself. My Paw Paw recorded the experience and I am 99.9 % sure that it is, or soon will be on YouTube or Facebook, or both.
Now, here comes a shocker...
I also shot my Paw Paw's AK47!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And by the time I got it, the barrel was HOT! It was so hot, that the gun was smoking, and sweating, and the sweat was SIZZLING on the barrel!
That was recorded too, and when it's made public I'll post a link so y'all can see me do it. :D I must warn you though, that the glasses I was wearing made me look weird, but that comes with the territory.
Until I find some cool glasses to wear that is.
It was a great day! I shot two guns, sweated in the heat (that's not the good part) but my hair still looked good when we left, and I came out of the situation smelling like...
Well, gunpowder, but femininely, if that's possible.
Mya
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