I remember when I was a child, around seven my father had a ten gauge shotgun. I was curious having grew up with firearms so I was happy when he said he’d let me shoot it. He helped me aim since it was heavy and then stepped back and when I shot next thing I remember I was on my ass haha.
Terrified me as a kid, wouldn’t even touch that thing until I was an adult. My dad on the other hand still brings it up as one of his favorite stories.
moral of the story,? Don’t put big boy guns in little hands. I guess.
Good way to scare some respect into the child early on as well. Assuming he had full control of what would happen.
This is Newton’s third law
I shared it with the same title the OG creator had for it, I try to do that whenever possible unless the author didn’t have a title then I’ll make one that makes sense.
…isn’t Newton’s first law about inertia?
Second one is about momentum, and third one is about the action-reaction.
I shared it with the same title the OG creator had for it, I try to do that whenever possible unless the author didn’t have a title then I’ll make one that makes sense.
The first law explains why my leg never stops bouncing when I’m forced to be still. An object in motion wants to stay in motion.
Hmm, I was low-key hoping that the other half of the shooting range building was blown away, and the gun-wielding character found himself embedded in the opposite wall. Then the instructor says:
Oh… sorry, I gave you the wrong munition. Uh, let’s try that again!




