About a week ago, my dad went to a distant relatives house for a birthday party. I believe this little boy was turning seven. Once home, my dad starts raving about how awesome this party actually was. He starts going on and on about the Nerf gun wars. yes, I said Nerf gun. Ever since then, my dad has been writhing with the sheer thought of owning his own. And so it was on thursday of last week that he received his very own Nerf gun. The anticipation grew with each tear of the wrapping paper. He could see the neon colors connecting with his eyes, but to his dismay, this was not the gun he had been hoping for. It was truly a Nerf gun, but this gun he had received was a peasant gun compared to the one he had been dreaming about. Sure it shot relatively well, and it had all the right colors and darts but but it didn't, wouldn't, and could not hold a candle to his first love.
two days later, at father's day, there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Would my family fulfill this dream of mine, he probably thought. Yes! It was on June 20th his dream came true. The VULCAN EBF- 25 was everything he could have hoped for.