By Sara Tipton
When I was learning to drive, I wasn’t allowed to get my driver’s license until I could drive a manual transmission, change a flat tire and check my own oil. When I was learning to shoot, my Dad insisted I knew how to operate the Chipmunk .22 before I was allowed to fire it. As a rough Navy vet, he told us that we have the responsibilities of a gun owner if we shoot the gun – meaning we are responsible for the bullet that leaves the barrel and we must care for the gun. I still remember . . .
being antsy and not listening as well as I should the first time he brought it out and was pointing out the parts. “Stock, bolt, barrel,” he instructed. Then, later, his constant question “what part is this?” Once Dad felt confident, we were allowed to shoot the little .22.
It was a few days after he’d introduced us to the gun. The suspense was killing me. I really wanted to know what it would be like to shoot and if I would like it. I know it’s not a normal eight year-old girl’s thought process, but I was intrigued. I’d …read more
Source:: Truth About Guns