what a deference

I was raised with guns. My first gun I could shoot was a .22 caliber rifle On my twelfth birthday I got my shoot gun and it was bigger than I am. It’s a New England firearm, and it has a thirty-six inch barrel, the gun is 5 foot tall. Then I took it out for the first time my uncle played a little trick on me. I had a box of small shells. Size seven and a half is what I learned to shoot with after a fu minuet I was getting use to the kick. When my uncle loaded it up again, I fired one than two than bang. Next thing I knew I was on my back and the gun was behind me. He loaded a slug in it. I was so scared of that gun till hunting season. I got me a fourteen point deer and three turkeys with it.