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[indent][indent]Well, I guess since this thread is here, I'll explain my first firearm experience. I was always afraid of guns. I watched my papaw (southern talk for grandfather) shoot the head off a 6 foot, 12 rattled rattlesnake. The noise scared me as a child and ever since then I had been afraid of being around them or seeing them. 

Well, I moved a few states away to be live with my boyfriend at the time who was in the Air Force and my best friend since kindergarden, and my boyfriend's best friend. My first night there, they all forgot about the guns scattered around the apartment and told me not to come in the apartment until they told me okay. So they hid all the guns in the gun safe except for a mosin-nagant that was hanging on the wall. They removed the firing pin which still did not ease my anxiety. 

So the next day, whilst my boyfriend and best friend went to work, my roomate and boyfriend's best friend Drake (i knew him from high school) decided to whip out a hand gun in front of me in the living room, causing an anxiety attack to flare up, but he dismantled it and showed me there was nothing to be afraid of. I spent 2 hours with him and finally touched a gun for the first time in my life. 

Well later that week they took me to a shooting range to get more comfortable around the sounds of shots being fired. My boyfriend wanted to take his 9 mil Ruger and shoot a couple of shots in it. So, i watched, and every time he shot a round I would jump. 

Then I decided to get ballsy and ask if I could shoot. 

Big Mistake

My boyfriend stood behind me, close enough to help me if I needed it. I had to stop shaking in order to shoot the gun, and I took my time. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat and I felt like I was about have a nervous breakdown. They were about to pull the plug and just have me watch. I fired the Ruger. I don't remember if I hit the target or not, because my legs gave out underneath me and I passed out. 

Never have I ever, been so embarassed in my life. Drake had to pull the gun out of my hand and quickly put it on the table in our lane, and try to catch me. My boyfriend ended up catching me from behind in a full nelson type of movement. 

I had to sit down the rest of the time like a child in time-out -.- [/indent][/indent]