When I was 10 I convinced my father to let me shoot his shotgun. I can't remember the make but it was an old single shot goose gun. We walked back into the woods on the appointed day. Dad didn't realize how fast I could load at the time. He handed me the gun and I dropped in a shell closed cocked and raised the gun in one motion. Dad's said "make sure you..." bang. I touched off the gun about 2" from my shoulder. The old girl rang my bell but I stayed on my feet. With tears in my eyes I asked for another round. Dad held out a round but this time he didn't let go until he finished saying "hold that thing tight against your shoulder this time" I was hooked after that