Thanks for sharing.
I used to have an aunt that lived in one of the badder neighborhoods of Minneapolis, MN. We would go visit her every few years. My brother and I having established a love of firearms from birth, my aunt showed my brother and I the little .25 she kept in her purse. One year we show up at her place and as usual, we inquire about her shiny little .25. She says she got rid of it. "Why," we ask. "Because I was getting too old to throw it accurately," she replies.