I was galloping through the forest, shooting the targets that I set up. I shot so close to a bullseye everytime. So close. But never got one. My new goal was to get a bullseye- Getting a bullseye means, in our village, that you are officially an adult. I was tired of being treated like a child. I continued to gallop through the forest when all of a sudden- I reared up in surprise. You used your arms to gaurd yourself. You were much shorter than me, so I almost couldn't see you. "Hey, you ok?"