Up until the pivotal moment, I'd had no interest whatsoever in guns. Then, one day, while still in Junior High School, I wandered down to the library during my Study Hall. Happened upon a book that looked to have been made in the late '50s or early '60s about the FBI. I sat down and began reading; and I made it to the chapter dealing with firearms training. It was at this point that the key was inserted into the lock, the hand slipped into the glove. I walked out of that library a forever-changed kid. From there, I began devouring every issue of Guns & Ammo I could find, learning the basics from Jan Libourel, Dave Arnold, and others. A few years later, when I finally got my first real firearm, thanks to all I'd learned from those gents, I was ready.
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