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Personal Narrative: How To Shoot A Gun
Essay #1 as i aimed down the sight and pulled the trigger;there was a feeling as if a rhino had hit my shoulder . I love hanging out with my uncle rob. He was the person who taught me how to shoot a gun. . my uncle Rob is my role model because took me out to ball games , helped me with my homework, and taught me how to shoot a gun.
My uncle taught me how to shoot a gun when i was eight years old. Me, my dad, and my uncle were out putting up stands during the season. As we were walking back to the truck my dad handed me the gun. My dad was behind me to catch me as I pulled the trigger, as he was doing that my uncle was walking me through the steps. When he was walking through the steps i started to get nervous when he said that it was powerful.

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