There are certain summers that live forever in memory.For some, it was the year they fell in love. For me, it was the year I nearly lost an eye to a Daisy lever-action.It began in the spring of 1985, when my friends and I, armed with imagination and poor judgment, decided to organize a neighborhood militia.My family and I had moved to Amarillo by that point.Well, it ...
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