I’m not a BIG fan of guns.
TBH, they scare the shit out of me.
I had a boyfriend who collected guns and he made me pick up and handle all his guns in the hopes that I’d get comfortable with handling them.
I never got comfortable.
He took me to gun ranges to shoot hand guns.
We used shot guns to blast skeet apart.
I still never got used to guns.
In fact, when I’m around people who are firing guns, the compression waves I feel in my chest when each bullet is fired, is alarming to me.
This is the preface I give you BEFORE I let you know that I BOUGHT A GROUPON TO LET MY 19-YEAR OLD SON SHOOT A MACHINE GUN IN NEVADA during our summer vacation.
He will absolutely ADORE it.
I will be secretly cringing in a corner.
But what makes the boy happy makes me happy, eventually.
And this is what he likes.