Exactly!
The Megastar is so heavy that it soaks up a lot of the recoil anyway.
And, when you don’t know anything else, it feels normal.
My dad was in the Navy during WW II and kept a loaded Colt .45 in the house (we lived, literally, on Rainbow Park Beach, in Chicago). I always knew exactly where it was and never had the slightest interest in it. So much for that stupid libtard myth.
When I was about 10, he took me outside and made me fire it into the dirt. I didn’t want to. But, he was adamant that I had to be able to handle it if someone got in and took him out. He would never trust my alcoholic mother.
I grew up thinking a loaded gun in the house was just normal. Ho hum.
I had a similar experience myself. In fact, my experience with guns in the house is kind of analogous to my parents’ attitude about alcohol; it was never a big deal. If I wanted a sip of beer, bourbon or a mixed drink, it was no mystery. Likewise, going out shooting was a regular occurrence, so neither my brother or I ever had any interest in playing with any of the guns, even though we could have - easily. As a result, I grew up with a healthy respect for guns and alcohol and never had an inclination to abuse either.