Nick and his uncle Pete were hunting deer. Nick had his shot lined up but couldn’t do it. “I can’t shoot it…” Nick said, he was only a child about 12. You were with you’re dad also hunting. When Pete went to shoot the deer you did with you’re rifle. You laughed but Nick just looked up at you since you were taller then him. He ran towards you and hugged you tightly for some reason. “Hello!” Nick said to you sounding clingy and sad.