One more time..I even had the RED RYDER BB gun!!!!..
"A RED RYDER BB GUN!" Me too...so did my little buddy, Johnny Sanders (a son of a Baptist preacherman) and we used to get into all kinds of trouble with a capitol T.
We used to take those guns over to the park across the street in Bronson Kansas...play Cowboy and Indians. (No BB's at first)After one matinee...we saw a Red Ryder movie and it was almost dark by the time we got home.... we decided to LOAD BOTH OUR GUNS...and hide out behind trees and take pot shots at each other when we would peek out behind the Elm tree trunks.
Our safety rule was...that we were not to aim at our heads...but body shots were OK from a distance.
Johnny was the Indian...he jumped out from behind the tree...I took my shot..hit him in groin area...GADS, HE WAS MADDERN' HELL IN A HAND BASKET...JOHNNY WAS CRYING BUT HE STILL TOOK THE TIME AND AIMED AT MY HEAD...PULLED THE TRIGGER...AND "KAAAPOW!"
Johnny hit me right between the eyes...just about an inch above the bridge of my nose!
I felt my head...I could feel the BB INSIDE THE SKIN OF MY FORE HEAD...and blood started running down my nose...I started screaaaaammmmin' "MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY, I AM DYIN'!!! turned and ran for home...with Johnny running right behind me with his RED RYDER in his left hand....screeeeammmmin' for me to not tell my mother...because his DADDY would beat him with his belt...and take his gun away forever!!!!
TALK ABOUT CRISIS!
All ended well....my mother took her tweezers and pulled the BB out of my head...put a piece of guaze and taped me up and we never did tell Johnny Sanders father what had happened. His Dad never spared the rod (belt) and I had seen many bruises on his upper legs and lower back where Rev. Sanders had "corrected" Johnny's behavior.
THAT WAS THE VERY LAST TIME THAT WE EVER PLAYED COWBOY'S AND INDIANS WITH LIVE BB'S!
And by the grace of God and my mother, she never took our guns away. I feel a song comin on:
"LEAVE YOUR GUNS AT HOME DON..DON'T TAKE YER' GUNS TO TOWN, DON! n'all that jazz.