Yesterday we went to practice shooting.
I was really scared because of all the talk people do about the recoil (I think that is what it is called. It's that kick back that the gun does when you shoot it and it pushes your hand back.
I was a bit excited, but really afraid of that thing.
It was fun. I got to try several different types of guns and practice loading and loading them safely. It was also good spending that time with my husband. It was neat seeing the little shells on the floor. I had seen them before, on the playground of a friend's house when I was in 7th grade. But that was a bad thing. Bullet shells should not be at a big city condo playground. This was a much safer environment to look at bullet shells.
It turned out that I learned two things:
1-that pushing back thing is not really the monster I thought it was, at least not with the 22 caliber I shot. I tried a 38 too, and that one had a much stronger kick. About as strong as what I thought that shooting the 22 would be.
2-I stink at this shooting business. They make it look so easy in the cop TV shows. They aim they shoot, and they shoot a million times and they get it right everything single time. Well, I got none right!!!! Can't believe all you see on TV.
I need to go back soon for more practice. I want to get good at it.
On the other hand, I still am not allowed to carry a gun to work, so good aim or bad aim, I am still, at God's mercy, hoping no one evil will break into my school. Come on, Mr. Governor! It's about the children!