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Every Saturday I knew I was going to have my shooting lessons, “go for your rifle”, said my grandfather, I went as fast as I could, there it was, waiting for me on that old wooden closet that my grandfather had in that dark room that hadn’t been cleaned in a very long time, I took it out grab some cans and put them 20 meters away Bang first shot missed, bang second shot missed, bang third shot missed, “don’t forget to raise your elbow” he always said that, I raised it and hit the can, “hand it to me” he said, I gave the air soft rifle to him, no joke he hit them all, 5 shots in a row without missing, go put them back he told me, I went and put the cans back at its place, Bang,bang,bang, bang, bang, and again all the cans went down, it always seemed easy when he did it, I got older and became very good at shooting with my rifle, a christmas my parents gave me a more modern rifle to me to use with my grandfather, more excited I couldn´t be, the days passed so slow until finally the weekend arrived, we arrived at my grandfathers house and the only thing that mattered was shooting with my new airsoft rifle with my grandfather, I challenged him on a shooting tournament, “the old school vs the new school”, we had 5 cans each one, we were both on a streak hitting all of the cans at ones, the first round passed and all the cans were down, second round and we both missed the fourth shot the fifth shot was the one that will decide who will win the tournament, he shots and misses again, all the pressure was on me, I inhale and exhale a couple of times before taking the shot, and than Bang, the can fell from its place, I couldn´t believe it I had finally beaten the master, he congratulated me and went inside the house, in that moment the rifle became a very special ítem for me and till this day the old rifle who saw me get better and better is sitting on thet old wooden closet in that dark room.