Confessions of an Adolescent Gun Owner

When I was about 10, I received a Red Ryder BB gun for Christmas. The following summer I was trying to show my friend how good of a shot I was. Looking around for a target to shoot I decided that my neighbor's car window was obviously the only viable option. Small but not too small, would produce a easy to hear noise, and of course would break because it was way too strong to do that. I took the shot and not surprisingly, it shattered. Since I didn't want to get caught, two ideas ran through my mind. I could go downstairs and pretend I had no idea what happened, or I could tell my neighbor myself and say, "I noticed your window was broken, what happened?". I chose the latter and she then told me it was brand new and cost $400. I felt horrible, but not bad enough to tell the truth.