I am sure by now everyone has heard the traumatic, dramatic, and traumatizing story of me shooting a gun for the first time. I had to have been 18, signed my life away, was hearing machine guns in the background, was scared i was going to blow my thumb into a million pieces, got the station with the hole through the bullet proof glass, and as soon as i heard/saw my dad fire his 45, i instantly burst into tears.
Cut to five years later, i feel as though i can handle this silly thing and overcome my fears of handguns. I really wanted to prove to myself that i could shoot it (without crying). Dad and David willfully took me out to the Pro Bass store which was more secluded. The thought of shooting the gun makes my heart race and my palms sweat. But, in the end, i did it AND i shot a whole clip. Even with my nerves running and my hands furiously shaking, i ended up hitting the orange target.
Whew, I did it, accomplished a goal, and proved it to myself, but i dont think i will be going back again anytime soon ;)
