When I first met my wife she was in high school, coming from a liberal suburban area. She had never fired any type of a fiream or ridden on any form of motorycle.
In fact, I think the first few times she came to the target range with me she just watched.
Like anything else, if you hang around something long enough, it rubs off. All of my friends ride and a large majority of my clients are in law enforcement.
She began slowly, and even "adopted" a gun I had purchased when I was clearly out of my mind. It is/was and continues to be her favorite piece, an older nickel plated Charter Arms Bulldog in .44 SPL.
As time went one, she got into SW J-frames and I urged her to try the smaller Colt .380 Government to get her accustomed to 1911 style pistols. Because she is left-handed, she doesn't like the brass flying past her face, but she still shoots them very well.
She'd rather go to Vegas to gamble, but I do know I annouce my entry to our home in a loud and distinct voice if I arrive at an unanticipated time...