I always loved toy guns, and couldn't possibly count how many of those I had when I was a kid. My BIL, a Marine, took me shooting real guns when I was 9, and ensured my love for real guns then. At 12, my parents got me my own .22, a Stevens Model 34 bolt, for my birthday. At that time I joined a shooting club, that took place in an underground range at our High School. At 13, I bought myself my first BB gun, a Crosman M1 Carbine, as it was back-yard friendly, where the .22 most certainly wasn't. At 14, I got my first pellet gun, a Sheridan Blue Streak 5mm. Still have all of those-still use the Sheridan quite a bit. At 15, I shot my first pistol, a Ruger RST-4, again with my BIL, this time up north in the UP, where we could walk the National Forest seeking targets of opportunity, he with his RST-4, me with a Marlin 60. Turned into a frog hunt. I never told my wife, whom I would meet a year later, about that ever, as she would have been greatly disappointed in me, with her love of frogs. I must admit, it wasn't anything I'm proud of today, other than our accuracy. We both missed only once. Poor frogs. The next few years were pretty much devoid of all things firearms, until 1979 when I got my first pistol, a Ruger RST-6, and then range time started re-appearing. It was my only handgun until 1984, when I visited the opposite end of the spectrum and bought a Ruger Redhawk in .44 magnum. Soon after that I discovered the 1911 and IPSC, and that, along with shooting on Wednesdays after work, at one of our state ranges, would rule my free hours for the next decade. I also had bought a Dillon SDB, and was reloading my own .45ACP and 10mm, for my beloved 1911s. It was in 1994 when I changed careers, and long hours and college would again erase shooting from my life for several years. After graduation, the long work hours were still there, and it became spotty until I retired 11 years ago, with only shall issue appearing, and new CC guns and practice in-between. I've bought several new guns since retirement, and am interested in getting myself a new reloading press this Christmas, likely another Dillon.