When I was a youngster my Dad, an Air Force veteran of WWII kept a 1911 in his bedside table. he had a magazine with a few rounds in it as well in the same drawer. I would sneak back in the bedroom while Mon and Dad were out for one reason or anther and fondle the weapon, cock, point it, you know play with it. Of course I was to scared to ever load it in fear that I would put a hole in the house accidentally. As I got old enough to begin hunting I used long arms since in upstate New York you had to have a permit issued by the sheriff to even keep a pistol in the house. My Dad's war souvenir was strictly off the books. So I never owned pistols till much later in my life now, at 69. I have discovered and bought a Rock 1911 finally. Its good to be on a board dedicated to them.