6. Training Part 2
He opened the trunk, and I was stuck in a daze. I was watching some butterflies jumping from flower to flower. I smiled, as Dean set up a target, and handed me some knives.
"The best way to throw a knife is by the blade. It gives you a more accurate shot," he told me. "Remember, don't hold it by the sharp part." I smiled, and turned the knife in my hand. "Now, you need to angle it just the right way to hit your target go ahead." I bent my arm, and I could feel the smooth wooden hand brush my ear. I breathed out, and threw it. I watched as it flipped forward, and hit the target.
"Bull's eye!" I gasped, and Dean smiled.
"Yeah, you're my daughter alright," Dean smiled. "Keep going." I threw another, almost a bull's eye. We concluded that day with me shooting a gun. I hit the target every time. Dean was acting like he was proud of me, and I was proud too.