She always had a gun in hand as far back as she could remember. She would play, shooting pebbles, sometimes even disassembling it for fun. Like a good friend, her gun was always near. For her, this was completely ordinary.
Just as birds learn to fly and infants learn to speak, she knew all that could be known about guns. For her, it was only playtime with a special friend.
She casually accepted risky challenges. She knew the friend she held in her right hand better than anyone else. She had nothing to fear. "Hehe! You think you can beat me?!"