The summer started and I was back at it in my archery lessons.
There were some bows that stuck to a couple of rungs below the bulls eye.
I focused my next arrow on where it should go: dead center.
I took a deep breath and pulled the bow.
I closed my eyes once that feathery projectile left the bow and darted through the brisk New England air.
I heard it get lodged on the target.
Then my eyes began to open.