Personal Narrative: Memoir

Memoir
Before I lived in Arkansa I used to live in Pennsylvania. In pennsylvania I use to live in this neighborhood in norristown. Not the best neighborhood but it was Pennsylvania so most of the thing were old in there and not very nice people in there. One day i have this friend call me that he got new bb guns and asked me if I wanted to come over and tested them out, so I say yes. Later my brother and I start walking down to his house since he didn’t live that far away from me. Since I forgot his name I’m just gonna call him Bob. When my brother and I arrive at his house he greets us and lets us in. When we are inside he takes us to his room and shows us the bb guns. The bb guns were two handguns one single shot and one automatic gun. First we start shooting them inside his house because he had a target but then
We go to his back yard and set up some targets that we can shoot. We do this for about thirty minutes and then we get bored so we go out to the neighborhood to see what we can shoot there. When we go outside we are looking for targets. Since i’m bored I aim the bb gun at my brother, I show him that I took the bb gun’s bullets out and then I shoot him, the thing is that it still had a bullet in the gun so I actually shoot my brother so never playfully shoot someone. But that is not the moral of the story. About five minutes later three tall buff black guys come towards us. At this time I know something not good was gonna happen. When they reached us they tell my brother, my friend, and me to give them the bb guns. But remember, back then I was about eleven years old and I wasn’t that strong. So my friend refuses to give them the guns because they were expensive and he really liked them. So my friend decides to shoot one of them and we take of running. Since we are very smart we didn’t run straight to his house so they won’t find us, but of course we are 11 at the time so we do run towards his house. When we got there my friend tells his mom what