The Saga of Sir Creepy: prelude

I was born on August 15th 1991 at 1:08 am, weighing 7 pounds, fourteen
By the time I reached the age of 2, I could already hold a basic conversation while most kids my age could barely walk or crawl
Maybe it had something to do with my mother reading to me all Tue time and listening to classical music and classic rock with me
My father was pretty much always working as a lineman at the time, and growing pot on the side
So, the responsibility fell to my brothers, 3 and 4 years older than me, to tend the farm
On my 5th Christmas, I recall getting a BB gun, and my brothers also got one
I spent hours each day practicing with it, shooting at pop cans and whatever I thought would make a good target
The following spring, on Mother's day, my brothers and I were out playing, and somehow, I managed to get shot in the eye
I must've went into shock shortly after, because Tue next thing I.remember was being in the emergency room with nurses rushing in and out of my room
I had lost sight in my right eye that day, but I wasn't about to let that slow me down
Regardless of my stomach problems that came along with it, everything went on as usual
Tye following year, my father bought me a Henry,.22 Magnum lever rifle and about a thousand rounds of.ammunition for my birthday
But before he gave it to me, he took me out and showed me how to use it, and warned me to never leave it loaded, keep it clean, and always treat it as if it was loaded
Within a couple weeks of practice, my aim was good enough that I could hit a pop can at 50 yards anywhere I wanted to hit it
I could even put the tab up and shoot it off
I got to the point where I loved the smell of gunpowder in the air, and the thrill of the kill, of which I experienced Tue following winter
It was a doe, about 120 pounds, I had shot right in the neck as it was foraging through our garden
I still remember how it reared up on it's hind legs, bleeding out all over the grass before collapsing
I saw this as a great accomplishment, and proudly helped skin and gut my kill
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