Alright, here's how the story started. Me and my friends tried to organize an airsoft game two years ago. It went horribly wrong and only 10 people excluding me and my friends showed up, among them was a 11 year old kid with some type of crossman ak, at first we thought he was going to be "That kid" but when we started talking he actually knew his stuff. He knew the gun he had was terrible, He understood his Mom could not afford to give him very expensive stuff when she was working hard just to put food on the table. So after this game we started taking him to the games we went to and paying for his entrance fee's and BB's since we all felt bad for him. For two years he only ever got one person out but he still loved playing the sport even if he couldn't really compete. Fast forward 2 years from then and his birthday was coming up in a week. We all decided we were going to through together some money and get him a real gun. We all put in $20 and ended up with $200 to spend on a gun for him. So we acted like we were talking about what kind of guns we all liked and got him to say his favorite. So we bought him a Jg military Aug and a decent battery and charger. When his birthday came he went with us to another game as usual, but before the game we said we all chipped in and got him something. When we showed him it his eye's lit up like he had seen God, he started crying and thanking everyone, when his mom came to pick him up she kept thanking us and then she to eventually started to cry. He told us it was his best birthday ever.