Shooting Guns

One thing that is different between Nickolai and me is our opinion on guns. I have always been afraid of guns. There were never any in our home. My dad's only weapon was an aluminum baseball bat that he kept under his bed. The only time I had ever held a gun was with my Grandpa Collings when I was probably 8. I don't like the noise, and there's just something about how it can be used to kill things that scares me.
Nickolai, on the other hand, loves guns. His dad has a few guns and they've gone hunting for the past few years. He loves to tell me about all of the guns, and I really have no idea what any of it means. It's fun to see him get excited about it, though. The hunt is next week, and so he wanted to go out and practice his aim with the guns. I agreed to go and try something new. :)
It wasn't as bad as I thought, though they were a lot louder than I expected. I was able to shoot the smallest gun and actually have decent aim. In laser tag, I'm usually terrible at aiming. Guess it's not the same......:P  I did my part, and then let the boys take the rest. I still don't understand the fascination with guns, but at least I got to shoot one (and I even got proof!).