"Dad, when can I go shooting?" That was the question I remember asking for weeks at a time. My dad had some friends that owned a huge plot of land, and my dad would go there a lot with his friends on the weekends. I knew that they would do things like shooting, but I also knew they just had a lot of fun. So when my dad finally gave me a positive answer, I was astounded. It was a Thursday afternoon, and my dad just got off a business call. "Hey dad, could I go shooting this weekend?" "Sure." I stare at him, not blinking. "What?" "I said sure, you can go shooting this weekend." So we left that next day to go the "shooting range". When we got there, I just saw a big, open field. But as my dad pulled farther into the gravel road, I started to see the tops of a shed. A pretty big one too. I wasn't surprised at first, but then I saw the four wheelers, the ammunition, and the guns. There were pistols, rifles,...