My own experience is growing up and learning to shoot skeet, as well as small arms use in controlled environments.
When I was 22ish, I was hanging out with friends, they were part of some frat at SDSU, so we were partying, and some of us left to get our cars, mine was parked in the school parking structure.
I was sitting on the tailgate of my truck while my other friends were doing coke in the cab. A car full of what I perceived to be nefarious characters drove by while yelling some less than flattering things. Before I had a moment to digest the situation, there were 3 guns pressed against my body, two in my belly and one against my neck.
Thankfully, they didn't see anyone in the cab of the truck, while they screamed and yelled and emasculated every ounce of my self-worth. They wanted my money, and luckily I had a wad of $1 bills that actually looked like a bunch of money. So they grabbed and ran, and drove away.
I know to this day it was a toss of a coin that didn't keep one of those assholes from killing me, they were more than ready.
My own experience.
Never touched a gun since. I'll only touch a gun if called upon by my country.
