My BB gun lies in 2 pieces somewhere in a field in Waterbury Conn.
My Dad didn’t take it kindly that an accidental ricochet hit my little brother in the leg.
Have a couple B.B. gun scars, but my best came from a wrist rocket. I just bought it and left my brother hold it while I ran into the garage to grab a large glass bottle of 7Up. As I was walking out shaking it, he took the shot. I got a two-inch shard stuck in my sternum and thought I was dead.