THE KILL I was ten when I made my first kill; it was a large rabbit that fell victim to the killing. It was a Saturday morning with my uncle and my cousin. I had stayed at their house the previous night as we were getting up early on the Saturday morning to go fox hunting on my uncles friends land, and he was also coming with us. We all got up at eight o'clock …showed first 75 words of 629 total…

…showed last 75 words of 629 total…me back, the bullet struck the rabbit between the eyes and sent it falling to the ground. As it hit the ground the rest of the rabbits scattered with fear at the thought of being next to fall victim to the gun. When I saw the rabbit fall a bittersweet feeling came over me at being able to take a life at the squeeze of a trigger.....and then I thought was it worth it.