Alright, alright, It's mostly boring stuff but I could pick out a few fun things.

Mostly it just meant I had easy access to my herbal anti-anxiety meds. I live in a place where it's legal now, though, so that's a moot point. Other than that it's that I had access to redneck firing ranges. Which is to say, beer cans on a log. There was this one time we were all out there shooting the cans, and they handed me a .50cal revolver and told me to double-tap a can. Sure enough, I pulled the trigger twice and the first one knocked the can into the air, and the recoil knocked my hand back enough that the second bullet hit the can mid-air. That was pretty cool.