Blast from the past! Here's a photo of me at seven years old (yes, they had color film by then). As you can see, I was very stylish even in my youth. You probably didn't notice - what you probably did notice is the cut on my nose. This was as a result of my first experience with a firearm. My dad brought me out to shoot and taught me how to hold and aim a pistol. Why he did this when I was this young is unclear - perhaps the cold war was especially heavy that year and he wanted me to be prepared. In any event, it was quality time with my Dad, which was (and is) wonderful. Now my memory of the day's details are a little fuzzy, but I don't believe he warned me about the recoil of the gun when fired... I aimed and when I pulled the trigger the force of the recoil bent my elbows so that the top of the gun hit me (almost) squarely in the nose (that must mean I was holding it straight at least). Naturally, this turned me off from guns for a while, but now I enjoy shooting on occasion with my Dad. Unfortunately, I don't possess his amazing accuracy and I can never remember which is my "strong" eye. And I still have a slight scar (character mark) on my nose. Now if only I still had all that hair...