I really shouldn't complain about a couple broken lights. Hockey got my Daughter a full College scholarship for her Ice Hockey skills and she plays for Team USA for Ball Hockey. She has been on Woman's USA Ball Hockey team since the age of 16 and has traveled to the Czech Republic and Slovakia the last three years for competition missing this year due to Covid.I wouldn't buy them a BB gun for Christmas. Just sayin'. My childhood home still has the pock marks.
Many years ago, my dad bought me a Daisy BB target rifle. Used to play with that thing for hours. We had cousins that lived a couple blocks away. Had a good friend who lived just behind our house as well. Cousin and I would practice with them for hours. We got really good at using the little plastic toy soldiers setting them up on a ladder. From about 30' away we were able to shoot the heads off them. One day, my cousin dared me to shoot a bird outta the sky that was flying overhead. Never turning down a challenge, I took a bead, judged the lead and fired. The bird fell. Right into his neighbor's yard, proceeding to flop around spewing blood all over. Of course old neighbor lady sticks her head out and screams. Oh BOY did we get in trouble.I wouldn't buy them a BB gun for Christmas. Just sayin'. My childhood home still has the pock marks.
Many years ago, my dad bought me a Daisy BB target rifle. Used to play with that thing for hours. We had cousins that lived a couple blocks away. Had a good friend who lived just behind our house as well. Cousin and I would practice with them for hours. We got really good at using the little plastic toy soldiers setting them up on a ladder. From about 30' away we were able to shoot the heads off them. One day, my cousin dared me to shoot a bird outta the sky that was flying overhead. Never turning down a challenge, I took a bead, judged the lead and fired. The bird fell. Right into his neighbor's yard, proceeding to flop around spewing blood all over. Of course old neighbor lady sticks her head out and screams. Oh BOY did we get in trouble.
During summer break my dad always had to make up these "chores" for me to do. One was sweeping the driveway. He swore he could tell if I did or not. My friends used to tease me about it. The one living behind me, one morning started throwing clods of dirt over that would break on the driveway and make me sweep more. I warned him to stop. he didn't so my trusty Daisy came out from the garage and when he bent over to get another clod a shot rang out headed right for his ***. It struck home. He jumps up yelling "you shot me in the ***". His mom hears him screaming, takes him inside, drops his pants to find a sizeable welt. I got in trouble but I was truly proud of myself for such excellent marksmanship LOL. BTW we stayed friends and he never did that again so I never had to shoot him again LOL