I try not to stroll down memory lane too often. but I am a sappy person like everyone else, its just my memories are often painful. They're filled with people who are no longer in my life for whatever reason. Be it death, beAtings whatever. Its like with the rifle we bought saturday. I didn't want it because I wanted a new gun, I wanted it because I remember going to this gun shop with my dad. This guy had several of them (krags) I thought they looked so freaking cool with the door on the side of them. I would ogle them while my dad talked guns with the owner.

My dad and i didn't race together, like him and my sister. We shot guns and liked looking at neat old rifles.

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