I've posted this in other threads before, but I and my family aren't gun phobic. Living in the suburbs and growing up in the 60s and 70s, it didn't seem like any guns were necessary. We have my grandfather's old .410 and that was the only gun in the house. We had bb guns off and on, but no one really needed a gun for protection.
I had/have an interest in military history, so you always come upon firearms. I didn't fear them, just never felt the need to have one of my own.
Then one very early morning while sitting at the computer, I heard our doorbell ring. At least I thought I did, but no one else in the house said they heard it. It didn't sound quite like it does normally, so maybe I was hearing things. I went to the front bedroom my little girl was in and listened at the door before I opened it to look out the window to view the front door. Before I opened it I heard a rapping at the window. At that point I went and turned on the outside light, woke up my dad and told him what happened. We went outside and no one was around, except we went to the back of the house which fronts a major street and I saw someone walking away from the area. Don't really know if this person was at the door or not, but this was the only person in the area.
After that I decided to buy a shotgun. Since then I reasoned that if I was going to own guns, I should be familiar with each type: shotgun, revolver, pistol, rifle. Further subdivided into small and largebore for practice and self defense. And it will continue until my "wish list" is filled, or until I run out of money.....