I grew up in the South (born in 61), and gun racks in the back of pickup truck cabs were standard equipment.
Grew up with 2 pistols in the house -- a Beretta that belonged to my grandfather, and a Raven Arms .25 my grandmother kept next to her bed.
Three kids living in the house, and never had an accident. No safes, no trigger locks, and no misunderstanding that these were real -- not toys.
My uncle took me out a few times to sight in a rifle scope and let me fire it. I also shot a .22 rifle in Boy Scouts at a little skeet setup they had at camp. Hit one out of two!
That's all the knowledge and experience I had with guns (other than toys) until college. In ROTC, we ran through pistol qualifications on the military .38. I scored expert the first time, and every time I requalified afterward.
I bought a .357 to practice with, since it could also shoot .38 rounds. It kept me proficient, and my wife became an excellent shot, too. Bought another .357 later because the Charter Arms Bulldog Detective was too little for anything bigger then .38+P ammo.
A friend introduced me to skeet shooting, and I picked that up quickly. I had to borrow a shotgun from him, and just paid for the ammo I used. I also bought the beer afterward, too.
Sold both .357s before moving to Virginia. With two small girls, and leaving the crime-infested state of Oklahoma behind, I felt little need for guns in the house. Not that I worried about the girls so much as I did someone breaking in and using the guns on my family while I was traveling. We lived on base the first 2 years, so security wasn't a huge problem.
After separating and getting a new job, we moved to Hawaii in 93. Didn't think much about buying guns until 2003 when we started the divorce proceedings. My wife was having alcohol and prescription drug issues, so any guns in the house would have been unwise. Once she left me with the girls, I went out and bought a shotgun for protection. My younger girl said that was what made her feel safe. Before, she was worried her mother would come back to the house and hurt or take her.
That lone firearm sat in the safe until just before Sandy Hook. I had already bought a G26 on consignment, added a G30 to the purchase, but needed the pistol affidavit. My older daughter and i took the class together the week before Sandy Hook.
The Monday after the mass shooting, I went back to OGC and bought an AR-15. I figured I was going to HPD anyway to get the pistols registered, so might as well get an AR before it's banned. By Friday, OGC looked like locusts had hit!
Since then, I decided to start training seriously. One "rule of thumb" I've always heard is anyone wanting to have a good firearms education needs a bolt action rifle, a semi-auto rifle, a shotgun (pump or semi), a revolver (SA/DA preferred), and a semi-auto pistol. So, I started my "training arsenal." Over time, the more i learned about various guns, the more I realized firearms are like Lay's Potato Chips. I bought a much bigger safe, sold the old one, and started collecting.
Each time the news hysterically reports on 4 firearms and 500 rounds of ammo as "an arsenal and stockpile of ammunition," I just laugh and think to myself, "Newb."
