I can return to those thrilling day of yesteryear, I recall vividly....

Riding my trusty stick horse, white cowboy hat, and strapped on was my Roy Rogers pearl handled two guns in leather holsters.

Guess I was lucky that I didn't turn into a gun crazy guy, room full of guns, drawers and drawers full of ammo, capable of even making my own ammo.

Ahhhhh, the perils of being subjected to the wrong environment.