Salty...way back in time the older kids had a 10 g

Salty...way back in time the older kids had a 10 gauge and as we burnt trash out back on these farms/country we would bait the ground and the older kids would see how many crows they could kill in one shot. They would pass the shot gun around and didn't want to share it with me but eventually I did shoot it. Do recall my brother screaming at me when he was getting ready to shoot or shoot. Hey I can't remember but a few of the crows were still flapping on the ground and I ran in front of where my brother was getting ready to shoot or he shot just don't recall. I was either 7 or 8 at the time and my brother was 3 years older than me and all the other kids were older than him. I tagged along as long as my legs or bike would carry me. They would take their bikes up stream or down stream and is one way they would leave me behind. I have massive stories that would put Huckleberry and Sawyer to shame. Thank GOD I never got shot at by the cops except one time as I was scared and ran actually 3 of us ran and a few didn't and when the cop unloaded his .38 I thought he was shooting directly at one of us and that was one scary night and the story about that goes far more. Anyways the cop wasn't but shooting in the air, it was later at night. Damn that one costed me probation. Oh well as I said I wasn't stopping but was waiting for the bullet to hit me but my a$$ isn't stopping.