I'll go first. My father always viewed guns as tools, never very interested recreationally, but he was very, very competent. Older sister, brother & mom never liked them, didn't (still don't) want anything to do with them. I'm youngest. At age 12 (sis & bro are in college now) mom, dad & I move cross country to AZ. Dad has an old Marine buddy (Dad was Army) already out there, one day the 3 of us are out horseback riding. We stop for lunch (nothing like a warm turkey sandwich yumm), Dad's friend has his 1911 on his hip & of course I had to ask about it. With Dad's approval his friend clears it, takes me over facing a hill and proceeds to begin my education in all things 1911. That began my intrigue w/1911s, as Dad's bud pointed out "the kid's like a dr. operating on a patient when he strips & cleans my gun." Hence the screen name. After every range session it was my job to strip & clean the pistol (after learning how of course). That's it, I was hooked. Dad retired, kept a couple of his revolvers, & shooting became our common bond. We didn't always see things the same, but the older I got the smarter he became (wink, wink, nudge, nudge). We always had that common interest. Once I turned 21 I had to have my own & a 1911 it was...sort of...actually a Star 9mm that looked like a Colt w/o grip safety (all I could afford). Well, fast forward through lots of guns and interesting experiences and I taught my 2 sons how to shoot. The older one (21) is leaving any time for the land of sand (the Nat'l Guard has been telling him this for close to 3 months, general orders came last week, waiting on his individual orders since he's doing a volunteer deployment w/o his regular unit). Younger son (17) is hell on wheels with the Browning Hi-Power though he does enjoy my TRS when I let him pry it out of my hands at the range. I'm only sorry Dad didn't live long enough for all of us to go out together. the boys were 7 & 3 when he passed.
Hope anyone still reading doesn't mind the long post, share your start & I'll bring the popcorn.