I was raised in a home back east, without guns.
When I was 28 I ran away from a scary boyfriend (if you're reading this, K, how's jail?) I moved to a small town in Wyoming. One day I called the sheriff and asked him if he would be able to get to me in time if I needed to be rescued. He thought about it for a couple of seconds, and then replied "well, we could get to you in time to notify your parents."
I went down to the sheriff's office the next day, and took my first gun lesson.