To Killa Mocking Bird

As soon as i shot the gun, i knew i had made a mistake. When i went over, i saw a lot of blood splatter on the ground. As i poked it to see if if it was alive, i noticed that it wan not moving atall. I knew my dad was going to be angry at me for what i did. this day was not going to turn out the way i thought it would. When i was twelve years old i was living in the united state and everydecember i came to honduras for vacation. I enjoyed going to my dads farm here cause i loved to ride my horse and see the cows and every animal here. My family and i always came here to spend the those hotdays cause we had lots of trees and it was less hotter than in the town. We always watched my dad shoot his gun at a tree and we put bottles to see how his aim was good or bad. I enjoyed being hereand my family and loved spending time with other family members. One day i went to the farm with my dad and to the farm to pick up some thing that we were taking to the lake. When we got there, my dadleft with my uncle to the other side of the farm were we had the equipments and everything. I stayed in the farm house and just walked around to see if i could do anything fun while waiting for myuncle and dad to come back. As i was walking around i just went over to the dogs and played with them and has i was playing around i found my dads gun laying on the ground were the dogs had been tied up.What happens next was the worst thing a kid could do. I began to think of shooting just one shot at a tree but at the same time i was kind of scared to do it. i thought to my since my dad was kind offar away i knew he would not hear the sound of the gun shot. I was bored and just wanted to do something for fun. i grabbed the gun and went to the back of the house were my dad always shot the treethat was there. Before i went to shot the gun i put up bottles of empty beers on the tree to see how my aim was. When i grabbed the gun i shot it and miss the tree but i shot something else instead....