I've read a few threads recently about people regretting selling their first gun and I can lucidly recall my step brother's disappoinment when the Ruger 22 pistol he was going to inherit was stolen from our house growing up.
My question is why?
I suppose I know the answer. It has to do with the bonding that comes with learning how to safely and responsibly use firearms. It represents the bond between a parent and his child in some cases, and the memories that came with it. Or the freedom of attaining your first firearm and crossing over some invisible line that is representative of a growth stage in your life and the exercise of a freedom so few in the world actually have.
However, it's just a hunk of metal, just a tool. I suppose I think of the tools I got from Grandpa when he moved out of the house with the same fondness. Knowing these tools provided my Grandpa with a usefulness that made life just a little easier while working on a dairy farm.
Anyone else care to elaborate on the psychological attachment to inanimate objects?
My question is why?
I suppose I know the answer. It has to do with the bonding that comes with learning how to safely and responsibly use firearms. It represents the bond between a parent and his child in some cases, and the memories that came with it. Or the freedom of attaining your first firearm and crossing over some invisible line that is representative of a growth stage in your life and the exercise of a freedom so few in the world actually have.
However, it's just a hunk of metal, just a tool. I suppose I think of the tools I got from Grandpa when he moved out of the house with the same fondness. Knowing these tools provided my Grandpa with a usefulness that made life just a little easier while working on a dairy farm.
Anyone else care to elaborate on the psychological attachment to inanimate objects?