One year for Christmas two of my brothers received BB guns. In the 1950's it was almost a rite of passage for boys to get a gun of their own.
The boys drew targets on the corrugated fence in the chicken yard. They proceeded to take target practice. We could hear the ping ping of the bb's.
At the time my sister was about 4 years old. Somehow the boys talked her into standing at the fence. She was wearing a little sunsuit like little girls used to wear.
The boys began shooting at her!
She turned so her back was to them but she was not moving away. I do not know whether she was afraid to move or if they told her she had to stay. Either way they kept shooting.
Of course when we found her she was crying in pain. She had several bb's stuck just under the skin of her back. Mom removed them with tweezers. She recovered quickly.
Of course the boys were punished. And their guns were taken away until they were more mature.
It is only one of the reasons that I do not give weapons as gifts.
sad story dear Emma
ReplyDeletei cam imagine how terrible she might have felt oh my !
while i was growing up silver guns were permanent toy for boys of our village ,plastic guns appeared later
they would hurt each other or sibling sometime but guns were hardly taken away
It became one of our many family stories. She barely remembered it after so many years.
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