One of our favorite stories was the time Drew and I went out shooting our BB guns in the field in front of his house. He had his pump BB gun and I had the pistol. We must have been somewhat bored, all we were shooting at were random flowers or dandelion heads. Drew pumped the rifle up ten times and shot a flower with my knee being on the other side, leaving me with a nice bruise. So we agreed that I should get him back. Since he was stronger than me, I pumped it up ten times and placed the barrel right on his leg and pulled the trigger. That left a nice welt too. My mother later saw the bruise on my leg and asked about it. After some lengthy beating around the bush confession, I told her. So it was decided between our parents that gun safety class could not be at a better time.