Taking the kids to the range was always a fun thing to do. They were dazzled by my shooting prowess, and left the range in a state of adoration for their crimefighting father's "Bond-like" charisma. At least, that was my memory's version of the past. But recently the kids and I went to our local range to shoot handguns, and I discovered that things had changed dramatically over the years.
It seemed the kids had gotten a lot better and I had gotten a lot worse, and they left the range admiring their groupings and extolling the virtue of this handgun or the other. What happened to the hero worship, the adoring stares at Dad, the cries of "McDonald's for lunch, yay!" and my once enviable shot group?







