Hello again folks, Shadow here! And I want to talk to you about something that is guaranteed to make liberals wet their pants out of 
fear and a country boy to wet his pants out of excitement! YES, I am talking about GUNS!!! Or rather, my experiences and observations throughout my lifetime. Don’t worry, it won’t take too long!
My first contact with a firearm was when I was about 12. I was in Pennsylvania with my parents visiting some friends of theirs. Those folks were loaded and had quite the collection of weapons of various calibers. We had a “boys outing” with my brother, my stepfather and his friend we went to go visit. That outing consisted of shooting stuff out in the middle of nowhere. That was when I got the chance to fire my first 22 cal rifle. Honestly, I don’t know how well I shot, but it was an interesting experience from the perspective of a boy who was always taught that guns were bad. Yes, I grew up in the northeast, and you know how draconian some of those states can be. Anyway, the day I shot the rifle was the day that I realized a gun doesn’t make someone bad, and that guns themselves have no capacity for evil.
