In the summer of 1986, I was 13 years old and living in the Xinjiang Construction Corps. One sunny afternoon, I was playing in the mechanic shop of my father's unit, and I found an iron pipe, and I was inspired to use it to make a powder gun. When I got home, I found a piece of wood to make the butt of a gun, and with great difficulty, I finally made it, and hid it in the firewood, secretly happy.
Expanding: The iron pipe glittered in the sunlight, and I seemed to see it telling me its mystery and power. I gave up my entire afternoon of playtime to make this powder gun, and the sound of an axe swinging on the wood, the image of sawdust splashing kept echoing in my head. The place where I secretly hid the gunpowder gun, as if in the blink of an eye, was shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, and it seemed more mysterious and exciting.
The next day, I wrapped the iron pipe around the butt, made a trigger with wire, and found an iron cap to use as an ignition device. After repeated adjustments, a complete powder gun was finally manufactured. But the key gunpowder was missing, so I carefully disassembled the firecrackers to find the gunpowder. In order to increase the firepower, iron sand was found in the sand turning workshop, and everything was prepared for the test gun.
Expanding: I am obsessed with the process of making powder guns, and all the small details seem to become the most precious treasure in life. When the firecrackers were disassembled, the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air, making me nervous and expectant. In the sand turning workshop where no one cares about the machine repair company, I found the scattered iron sand, and touched their heavy texture, as if I felt the power and energy spreading in the palm of my hand.
In the presence of my friends, I loaded gunpowder and iron sand into the barrel of the gun and successfully killed an old hen. In addition to joy, he was discovered by the people in the family compound, causing a commotion. The pain of my mother's whipping made me realize the great danger hidden behind the adventure, and I lost the powder gun I made as a result.
Expanding: The moment of the test seemed to freeze in time, and I stood nervously in front of the old hen, feeling the speed of my heart beating faster and the sweat of my palms. The loud sound echoed in my ears, as if it were the sound of my youth."**Gifts”；And the panicked figure of the people in the family compound has become the deepest memory of that past. My mother's punishment, like a fiery flame, instantly faded away my unrealistic childishness, but smelted me into a sensible teenager.
The experience of making my own powder gun made me realize that there are huge risks involved in taking risks, and that safety is paramount. Since then, I have started to value life more and learn to respect and understand others. This incident, although slightly tortuous, was an essential lesson in my growth and led me in a more mature and rational direction.
Expanding: After burning the powder gun, my heart ached, but I also realized more deeply that everything in life has its duality. Behind the adventure, there is not only excitement and fun, but also hidden dangers and hidden dangers. I deeply feel that cherishing life and safety first is my motto. Although this experience was a disaster at the time, it became a valuable asset in my later upbringing, guiding me to become more mature and sensible.
As many years later, I feel blessed and grateful to reflect on that experience. The 13-year-old's ignorant behavior taught me to be introspective and cautious. Now I am a mature and stable person, and I understand the preciousness of life and the importance of safety. Respecting others and cherishing life is the most valuable takeaway from the homemade powder gun incident.
Expanding: Time flies,Time fliesThat time of youth and frivolity seemed like a dream, but what left me was a profound lesson and a precious insight. On the road of growth, I walked forward with scars, felt every subtle detail in life, learned to respect myself and others, and learned the profound connotation of safety first. The experience of making my own powder gun is no longer a distant memory, but an eternal symbol of my life, guiding me to move forward in a more mature and stable direction.