I was raised in a rural town farm and our usual day always included running around the newly ploughed corn fields, gathering spiders and all sorts of bugs for fighting or racing, hide and seek, or games of Indians and cowboys with the my cousins and other boys who lived around the neighborhood or worked in the farm. Monkeying around in all the trees around the farm and playing camp under those big and shady trees are also some of the activities that me and my cousins during our time away from school or chores. One activity that I also very fondly remember was those times when we went around in the under bushes to hunt for small animals with an old air rifle. At a very young age, I was taught how to shoot an air gun by an older cousin with an air rifle which was owned by his father, who in turn was the one who taught my cousin. A lot of our summer days, therefore, were spent walking for miles, bringing only water and our rifles to look for bigger birds to shoot and when the night fell, we would cook these birds that we killed in a large frying pan and had them for supper together with some chickens. In some days, a poor bird would be unlucky enough to land in our backyards or near the chicken coops to feed on some seeds or chicken feeds and they usually end up being served for dinner together in a soup with the a chicken or two that got pecked to death by the other chickens. On other days, we even kill ourselves some feral cats or those rats which descend upon the farm to steal eggs and I am proud to say that I, myself, have killed a number of those annoying creatures. Now that I am working and living in the big city, I can not own an air rifle anymore because of some risks but I have a good sized collection of airsoft guns in my closet because up to until now, I still have a fascination for guns that I have gotten when I was still a small boy in that farm not so long ago.