First time I shot a 1911 I was 11 years old, Dad stopped on the side of the road and we got out and set up a can.
He lined me up, stood behind me and talked me through the process. I lined up the target, leaned into the shot and squinted through the eye protection. I was gonna be macho and make dad proud. Well, I squeezed that triggar and THOR the God of Thunger erupted in my hands I saw the impact as the bullet hit the ground about 2 feet behind the target then heard a thud and groan behind me. The kick hit me so hard that poor dad standing behind he got to see an up close and personal look at a smoking barrel as my hands, gun and all ended up behind my head and he dropped like a rock to avoid what must have looked like the Scepter of Death coming for him. Needless to say, he was ok no ND. But it taught me to respect, and 5 years later he let me shoot it again.