I never had thought a BB gun could be so dangerous. One day me and my dad were outside. We were shooting a brand-new-BB gun, we also had a brand-new target. Me and my dad took turns shooting at the target with a life size squirrel. It was about noon when my dad said, “I’m going inside for a drink, I’ll be right back.”. I nodded and went back to shooting. Then after awhile I became board so I started shooting at other things (smart). I shot at birds and leafs, pebbles, cans, anything I wouldn’t brake. Then I shot at a tree. I heard a small “thunk” and it came whizzing back at me.
I just stared in horror as the tiny ball of metal came at me. It flew just next to my face, I flinched even though I never felt it hit me. Just above my