A fear that i overcome

 A fear that I overcame was shooting a gun. My stepdad had a lot of guns because he was a gun guy. But at Christmas, he had bought me a rifle. It wasn't big but it was a rifle. I shot it the first time but wasn't scared. But the other big guns he had I was afraid. They were very loud and scary they could've pushed me back like Kevin Hart in Ride Along. But that one day he was in the back I had just gotten out of school it was deafening and I was super happy because it is good times when we shoot guns. He told me to shoot it jordon I had to shoot the gun. It was very heavy and I was scared but I shot it and it pushed me back. But I was ok I was happy that I overcome that and it was a good day. But today in class we started our project about a book called " A Lesson Before Dying," by Ernest J. Gaines. It taught me to watch my surroundings and make sure I stay out of trouble. It's a very good book I would like other people to read it because it teaches you a lot of things.

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