I shot my gun yesterday.  I liked it.  It was loud.  It scared me.  It was fun.  Daddy had to adjust the scope for me because I don't know how.  But I will learn.  When I shot, I aimed at a tree.  I did not miss.  I knew what I wanted to shoot at and I hit it.

I love my gun.  And the scope is better.  I am happy that Daddy had gotten that for me for my birthday.