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Learning to aim higher When I was 7 years old (I’m 11 now) I saw a sling shot at a craft fair and wanted to buy it. The only way I could convince my Mom to let me buy it was to promise to shoot only peanuts. That was fine for the first few days, but then I really wanted to sling some rocks and see how far I could make them go. We lived in a cul-de-sac with lots of houses around and a grassy area in the middle. One day I was in the grassy area playing around with my friends and my sling shot. My mother called me to come in. As I was walking toward the house, I couldn’t stop imagining me slinging a rock on top of the roof. Then, before I knew what I was doing, I reached down and picked up the perfect rock, put it in the sling, pulled back as hard as I could and aimed for the roof. I let it rip! I felt so excited, letting it fling with such force. Unfortunately, I didn’t aim quite high enough. Our Suburban was sitting in the driveway and the rock hit CRACK, right into the back window, and it shattered into a million pieces. I was completely astonished and devastated. I was also scared. I did get in trouble, but mostly I will remember that I disobeyed my parents and the worst possible happened. Tanner McAteer |
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