Sorry it took me awhile to get back here. Nope. The right wrong answer is #3!
#1 really did happen - when I was five years old! I was a real tomboy back then and used to play "cowboys", and had the complete holster, gun and hat outfit. One day we were playing and I "shot" one of the kids on the other team. But he shot me back. Back then, we played by the honour system, so according to that, he should have been dead first, but refused to co-operate. So I threw my gun at him and hit him in the head and, well, he had to get a few stitches. Mom spanked me and put me to bed for the rest of the afternoon, but I felt wrongly punished..."but Mom, he was supposed to be dead!" Later that evening the kid's mother phoned and said he confessed to not playing by the rules, that it was his fault. I still got punished for using my gun instead of words to settle the dispute!
#2 - our choir's guitarist's name was Billy Graham.