My first gun experience was shooting a crossman bb gun in the backyard with dad and learning how to safely handle a firearm I promptly took it out of the closet without permission and shot out a window on our old station wagon by accident. After a pretty decent whooping I got the hint that Safety was number 1. My parents also owned a pizzeria in a bad part of milwaukee so guns were an everyday thing. My dad carried a S&W 4506 and kept a model 29 under the counter, mom had a PPK in .380 and a .45lc derringer in the deposit bag. Now my grandfather on moms side came to this country from Italy with $20, a rigging knife and a colt 38, which I called the "cowboy" gun when I was 8. The look on my moms face when she walked in and saw me and Gpa playing cops and robbers and her 8yo running around with an unloaded colt was priceless. First handgun I ever shot was dads M-29 knocked me clean on my behind but blew the heck out of the milk jug I was aiming at.