I joined a Pistol Club, at 18 years of age, in a town called Bolton, in Lancashire, UK. My first pistol was a Star .22 LR Semi-auto.
The trigger felt like someone had poured iron fillings into the sear mechanism.
I did not know much about the sport, nothing about reloading at all!
I used to take a Bus to this old chaps house, he was on the Board of the Gun Club, he had a car, so I got a ride to the Club, one night a week.
One night his Wife said he was in the shed, down the garden.
I went down to get him, I had seen the inside before, he had packets of primers the first time I went there, 100 to a tray.
He said they took up too much room, so he put all of them into a nice clean glass jam jar, now sitting on a shelf, that shook every time you slammed the door. It sat above the concrete floor!
Last time I went into that shed, I had read about the components, a Library Book I think. I don't think he blew himself up!
I got into reloading a few years later when I moved to Toronto Canada.