Bull’s Eye

My sister and I were young when our mom and dad moved us from Canada to Florida so we didn't grow up with our cousins. Living so far away, we felt like strangers when we would go back for a visit, but like any other family it didn't seem to take long to reacquaint ourselves. We always enjoyed our visit with my Aunt Helen and Uncle Morris and their only son, Wayne. Wayne w<ls a few years older than my sister, Sharron, making me the youngest of the group. He would take us around the farm showing off his skills to impress us, as boys like to do. He showed us how to milk a cow once. And, of course, being a boy, he had to squirt both of us with a stream of milk which had two little girls screaming and running back up to the house. But, it was when he decided to show us how he shot his BB gun that perhaps got us to thinking that perhaps having to entertain two girls wasn't what he thought was fun. He ended up shooting my sister in the bum with that BB gun and managed to get in really deep water because of it.