My Relationship with Guns

It may not be what you think...

I remember the first time I touched a gun.

I was somewhere around 10 years old, probably younger. I was in the basement of my father’s house – my parents divorced when I was an infant. Dad had a revolver, and if my memory serves me, he shot it at a target against the wall there, which seems odd, but I have this vague memory of deafening noise from the re…