I grew up in a small farm town in central Connecticut. In seventh grade, afriend introduced me to target shooting. I joined the National Rifle Association and practiced for years in a basement range beneath a building in the south end of town.
Most of the members were men in their 40s or50s. They became mentors to me, teaching me about patience and precision, how to shoulder a little pain and focus my attention. They were good role models. There was a camaraderie there that I enjoyed as I learned from this older generation of men.
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