You know, in another life, I could have been a big gun nut.
As an American, guns have always been a thing culturally. But in my family, and in my personal life, they were never prominent. Nobody in my immediate family owned guns, I’ve never owned any guns (not counting a few antiquated farm shotguns I inherited from a great-uncle, which I’m pretty sure stopped working decades ago).
What’s weird is that, given how into martial arts I am and for how long I’ve studied violence – never mind my life-long love of action movies (and no, violence and action are not the same thing) – it always struck me as a little weird that I never wanted guns or really even liked them.
But what especially surprises me is that I never learned to like guns because of one of my cornerstone interests: toys.