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Personal Narrative: My First Shot
BOOM! That was the exhilarating sound of my first shot, and believe it or not I had actually hit something. It all started one morning in 1868 when I was home alone. I was only 8 years old, my father was dead and there was no one to hunt for the family. After an exciting experience as a young girl i went on to perform in carnivals and inspire other young girls to do great things.
While sitting by the fireplace I noticed my father’s old Kentucky rifle just sitting on the mantle, in my head I put together that if I can hunt then I can help my family. Curiosity overtook me so I pulled his rifle down off the mantle and ran outside looking for something to shoot, I didn't see a thing, I took one more sweeping look and I saw it, a squirrell.
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