Another 4th of July about 1973. While camping in Maine a grandfather pulled in, parked the car and the grandson came out shooting. just a toy gun.
“ I wrote me a song ’bout the white winged dove
And a toy gun for Christmas in place of love.
I hear the children yell with their hands on a gun
I’m better than you are ’cause I got one…
My playmates respect me, my Mommy does too
Cause she bought it for me to shoot whenever I choose.
Sometimes I wish this gun it was real
But I can pretend that it’s made out of steel.
Bullets and powder and a trigger to pull.
Then I’d be grown-up like the rest of the world..”
a few lyrics from the song White Winged Dove written by Mark Spoelstra
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