My mother did not like guns and preferred not to have any in the house. My dad honored her wishes for the most part. When I was very young, he had a rifle and did some hunting, but it did not last long. As a teen, I knew he had a 32 semi auto. I would take it out of the draw and handle it, never pulling the trigger.
In college, I joined the rifle club and spent some time on the range, but never competing. Except for being allowed to shoot rifles and hand guns of friends, I had little experience. That changed when some friends took me to a range where you could rent handguns. I was hooked Luckily they had ladies days with free lanes and rentals, just buy the ammo.
It was not long after that I enrolled in a class. I soon had my carry permit, but still did not have a weapon. I had to make a 1200 mile trip to buy my first handgun. Yes, it was worth it.
Shirley