Chapter 19: Past (1)
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The first time I saw a gun was when I was fourteen years old… It might have been the worst time of my life. My uncle wanted to teach me to become a man, so he took me with him hunting.
As we walked though a nearby forest there were all kinds of animals. Most of them quickly ran away after hearing the slightest sound coming from us. But then… there was this small rabbit that seemed unable to run away. My uncle noticed the rabbit and told me ‘Now’s your chance. Shoot it.’ Those words I can still hear replaying in my head over and over again each time I hear the word gun mentioned.
I took the gun in my hands and aimed at the small animal, but I couldn’t shoot. I didn’t want to hurt it… Then my uncle got angry, he took the gun from my hands and shot it without a se
