Chad, my first husband did. It's a Beretta. It's slick and heavy and fun to shoot. I've often been afraid to even use it, but have some friends that were willing to go (thanks Monica) and we shot us up some paper! This trip to the gun range was eye opening to me. My heart was fluttering with all of the "what ifs". Not growing up around guns and having a filing cabinet full of reasons why it's too dangerous, I couldn't really figure out why I was doing this...except that I could. Except that why wasn't I doing this more often?
Fear. Fear. And more fear.
I'm a book loving girl. I've never lived in like a Bronx or the Chicago hood. I've never needed to defend myself at gunpoint or know how to protect myself at this level, I like to watch Legally Blonde and Freaky Friday and smile at the predictable ending to come where everyone is happy and not once is a gun referenced. So, why the gun range all of sudden?
Because, there truly is an edge to me. A good one. I have some toughness to me. And granted, I'm not Gina from the Block, but I'm not easily put into a box. I'm not easily defined and characterized by what one may see on the outside. Only God understands me fully, all of the dimensions and layers.
But, I do like a sense of adventure and doing things out of the norm every now and again.
As I calmed down and prayed for our safety, I came to realize with focus, I'm really good at this for someone with so little experience. I kept telling myself how fun this is and it's okay to try new things. It was fun. I haven't been back since, but know that I'm up for it and will hopefully go again and improve over the last time.
If ever you'd like to see my target sheet, just ask when you come to visit. I've got it saved in my bedroom...
Watch out! Gina's got a gun.
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