I consider myself lucky to have experienced an accidental discharge early on. I was 21 years old and housesitting for a friend’s family for a week. The only guns I’d ever fired were single-shot .22s at Camp Wachusett in New Hampshire, where I won Junior Riflery back in 1965 or so. One night at the house, I opened the cabinet next to the bed and found a leather shoulder harness containing a U.S. Government 1911. I pulled the gun out and held it. I knew nothing of semi-auto pistols, but I’d watched a lot of TV. I knew that if you pulled the slide back, something happened. I did this and watched a live round somersault into the air. So far, so good. Next I found the magazine release button, and the magazine dropped into my hand.