Before I start posting about my plan of action for this whole gun thing, I wanted to provide some background on my gun exposure. I want to make sure I put all of it out there and really have a good starting point for when I sign up and start taking some classes, which I still need to do.
Obviously I’m not new to guns considering the husband has two. As a matter of fact, I grew up around them. Not so much from an infant but probably more around my pre-teen years. My Dad owned at least one handgun and one shotgun. He also used to run a gun business out of our house where I "think" he would fill shotgun shells and sell firearm "things". I say I “think” & “things” because I was young and had no idea what all that stuff was and really still don't. I just know it was a lot of equipment in our basement. I would sit and watch him and I know he explained it to me but I wasn't interested. It was boy stuff. To this day, I still don't really know what he did with all the stuff; I guess maybe I should ask him.
I used to go to the range with him where he would go skeet shooting. I remember the bruises on his shoulders being so scary looking that I couldn't understand how a shotgun was doing this because he wasn't getting shot. Keep in mind, I was probably 12/13 years old. He also used to leave his handgun lying around the house. Specifically it would sit out on top of the TV (that was before flat screens haha) and I recall picking it up but that was it. I don't know if it was loaded or how it worked. Knowing my Dad, I'm pretty certain it was loaded. Honestly, I don't ever recall him showing me how to use it. Looking back I realize this was totally poor gun safety and management on his part. Growing up I didn’t know any other friends parents that had guns. I honestly don't remember guns being that big of a deal. It certainly wasn’t as hot of a topic as it seems to be now. In high school, I used to have this clip out of a magazine hanging on my wall that said, "Guns don't kill people, People kill people." I felt strongly about this then and still do.
Once I graduated high school and moved out, that was it. No one I met had guns, talked about guns, or anything about the subject for that fact. Again, I don’t remember it being a big deal. Guns didn’t come into the picture until about 2.5 years ago when the husband decided to get his first handgun. So of course now, I wish I had more involvement in my Dads ‘gun business’ because maybe I would’ve been more interested in it and create a hobby for myself. Maybe I also wouldn’t be so freaked out about it now. And maybe this interest in the #2A life has always been there hiding in my subconscious. Who knows; only time will tell
Stay tuned for the second part of my gun history coming next week.