My dad taught me how to shoot, and that's probably when we're at our best. At camp. We just shoot the guns, and that's like...when I feel he's proud of me. When he sees I can hit that target.
Actually, I think it's a great way to bond, a great way to learn self-defense, and a great way to take out your anger, so I can't complain.
But the point is, that's the only time we ever really talk, I think.
And whenever we work together on something, we work quite well. Either I know what he's doing, or he knows what I'm doing, so we never try to correct the other. (:
April 20th, 2008 at 06:42am