Six Sentence Story: Draw

This week's Six Sentence Story prompt is "draw."  My mind first went to drawing a picture, then drawing conclusions, and finally. . . 
Who knew that I would hold fondly the memories of Grandpa drawing a gun on me?  Of course, it wasn't a real gun; just his outstretched finger and thumb.  How this unusual greeting of his got started, I don't remember.  I can picture him now, sitting in his chair, dressed in his denim overalls, and pointing at me as I entered his house.  He always "shot" me with a smile on his face, and I knew he loved me.  I "shot" back, and I think he knew I loved him, too.  

Photo:  Grandpa in his overalls

Thanks for Grandpa.