Practicing for my concealed carry test. I didn't want to be "the girl" in the class. My husband first taught me how to shoot on a dependable old .22, then I moved up to the .380, and then finally fell in love with the Ruger .40 he bought me. I can now take it apart and put it back together with my eyes closed.
Recently my daughter and I started teaching several of her friends how to shoot. None of those young ladies will ever have to shake in fear and pray that the 911 call brings help in time.