My Dad taught me to shoot. I enjoyed it.
When I got married, my new bride asked m what I wanted for my birthday. I told her I wanted a .22. She bought me one. I enjoyed it.
Bought a shotgun for defense. Found out it was more fun on clay birds.
One day, when fishing in the backwoods, I ran into a couple of unsavory types who gave me a bit of hassle. Nothing happened, but during the encounter, it occurred to me that, if they wanted to harm me, there was nothing I could do to stop them. I didn't like that feeling, so got a CCW permit. Found out how much I enjoy handgun shooting.
Got another firearm here and there. Kept enjoying them.