I am never a fan of firearms. I cringe at the sight of a gun and tremble at the sound of a gun shot. My dad used to own a gun and I remember asking him if I could join him whenever he goes to the firing range. Not once did he allow me. I never even caught sight of him cleaning his gun.
Over the weekend, I went to the firing range with some friends and for the first time, not only did I get to hold a gun but i even got to fire a .45 three times. hahaha!
I don't know if I'll ever get to like guns but it was sure an experience being able to fire it. Maybe one day I'll buy myself a .22 handgun. If I see a cute one. just a thought.
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