Shooting experience

Hi, friends, I’m going to talk today about a non-story that happened to me when I was about eleven years old. By that time I lived with my mother and my sister (as now I live) and we were to visit my mother’s friend Aisa, she was married with a pensionary Italian journalist. The point is that he loved to shoot with a german rifle, this rifles that are in the ferias for the children to play. He shooting plastic bottles and he can’t even rose them because of his bad aiming. I ask his for shooting and he let me use it, I drop all the bottles each one in only one try (I know how to shoot because I was in the school where the sons of the military in La Habana go, in fact for only one shoot missing I could have been sniper). So the Italian guy call me Guillermo Tell, and that’s the history about how I was Guillermo Tell, and have fun with it.