On my 10th birthday I was given a gun. Not an air gun or a pellet gun, but a .410 shotgun. The country I was born in was becoming 'unstable' and my parents wanted me to be able to protect myself should the need arise. I didn't want a gun and to be quite honest with you, my father played with it more than I did. On the day I was wondering around the African bush by myself and met the leopard...
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