My Beautiful Gun :: Personal Narrative Writing

If you really want to stop a discourse dead in its tracks, tell people you own a gun. Depending on where you are located, people often dont know how to process the idea that a new(a) woman is a proud, capable, unapologetic gun owner. Men arent undisputable if youre a rabid, man-hating feminist arming yourself a light upst the patriarchy. Women are a little to a greater extent curious and might ask interrogatorys why did you get a gun, what does it spirit like but many of them would never consider handling a gun, much less owning one.I bought my gun a few eld ago. I didnt buy it for self-defense as many people think. When I applied for my gun permit through the police department, I was told that I should go for a home protection license rather than a target license because it would be easier to get. The home protection license meant I could keep my gun loaded in my home but could solo bring it one time a month to the ostentateing value to shoot, carrying it in a locked box with ammo separate.The target license allowed me to go to the range to shoot as often as I wanted, but I had to keep it in a locked box with ammo separate non only when carrying it but also at home. I wanted a target license. My reason? How in the world would I learn to shoot a gun if I could only go to the range once a month? I genuinely wanted to learn to shoot, to gain that skill. More than anything, I wanted to know that I could safely lot and use a gun.My fascination with guns has been long-standing. Ever since I was a young girl, I gravitated toward shoot-em-up movies and television shows. After bedtime, Id pull a blanket over my head and across my 19-inch Zenith black and white television in my bedchamber so I could surreptitiously watch Starsky and Hutch, Charlies Angels and Baretta. I was in complete with Dirty Harry. The bigger the gun, the better.Although I glorified guns in my fantasies, in candor I knew that they were inanimate objects that had been so infused wi th power, danger, mystery and sin and had become a symbol of what was wrong in society that owning one seemed out of the question for years. When I finally decided to buy a gun, I took the replete(p) process very seriously, taking lessons, reading up on them, public lecture to people who owned them and making sure I was emotionally pitch to shoot and own one.