My grandfather used to have a really old mustang that sat in the driveway. I don’t remember what year it was, but it was pretty rough and had a lot of rust on it. One day a friend from down the street came over and we had our BB guns shooting at random stuff around the house when I got the great idea to shoot at the mustang. I shot out both tail lights as well as the back windshield, and put a few dents along the back end. I didn’t know anything about cars or their worth, just that it was a piece of junk that I had never seen move, but I remember my friend was laughing his ass off.
Years later when it came time for me to hit the streets I did everything I could to talk my grandfather into giving me the mustang, considering it still hadnt budged in that 10 years. He told me it would cost too much for Mustang parts and instead gave it to my uncle, who left it there for another 4-5 years. I wished I’d put a few more holes in it knowing he was going to just give it away, but I had already lost my firepower.
Amazingly shooting up the mustang wasn’t what got the gun taken away from me. It was shooting my cousin in the stomach point blank that finally made my parents question whether giving me a gun was a wise choice. I feel bad for all the birds I killed, as well as that squirrel. It was a smart move considering the next time i picked up a BB gun almost 20 years later, my brother-in-law and I shot out a window from a house nearby. That skank had it coming tho.
