When I was growing up my grandmother had a house up-state in the mountains. I have 4 older brothers and 1 older sister. We would spend the whole month of August up there every year. My brothers would take me out into the woods and we would fire guns, rifles, & bow & arrows. As I got older my one brother is a Correctional Officer in the Philadelphia Prison System and would go to the shooting range and take me. Although I had fired many different weapons when I was younger, I started shooting a .25 Raven, then a .38 snub nose, then .357 4" barrel with .38 bullets and then graduated to .357 bullets which have a MUCH bigger recoil, then I practiced with a Gloch .9mm. I became profitient in shooting all of those weapons, but I preferred to shoot with a cylinder gun as opposed to an automatic (mostly because of the jamming of the bullets in the clip). When I returned from the firing range every week I would put the sheet targets in my front and back windows and wrote on them "NEVER MIND THE DOG, BEWARE OF OWNER" I thank God that I have older brothers that got me involved with knowing how to use a weapon and not to be afraid of them. Like I said, I lived in a not-so-nice neighborhood, and I was twice shot at. Once was an accident (an ex-boyfriend who said the gun wasn't loaded AND IT WAS). The gun went off and I could literally see the bullet pass right in front of my eyes. The second time I was talking to my neighbor outside of my house and a guy drove by and unloaded an automatic at him, My first reaction was to duck and crawl underneath a parked car. So this home-invasion wasn't the first time I was involved with being on the "other side" of the pistol. I don't think of myself as a "tough chick", but I was raised not to take S*** off of ANYBODY! I must have a guardian angel on my shoulder. But in all reality, I tried to put that OLD life behind me when I moved to a better part of town. But now I realize, no matter where you are, you can still be a victim of violence. My motto has always been that I wouldn't go down without a fight! And the WORSE thing about it all, is that a member of my family set the whole thing up. I think that hurts the most.