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Personal Narrative: The Day I Shoot My Gun
Have you ever heard a booming boom In the woods and wonder what It was? So It all started when my stepdad declared he had a surprise for me and he gave me a box and I replied what is It and he said just open It and I was really excited to see what It is so I opened It and it was a gun I was really nervous because I have never shot a gun before but my step dad said if I follow the directions it would be ok.

So the next day we went to the store to get some clays so that I could practice because I have never shot want one. So we got a box of clays and my stepdad said that we could not shoot it today because we did not have a clay shooter.I was sad at first, but then I got over it so I could not wait to shoot my shoot my gun.

So we all went
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