I couldn’t have survived childhood without my trusty six-gun cap pistols and the holsters my Dad handmade for them. Same for water, rubber band, and BB guns. We did so much target practice that I’m convinced it’s why I qualified Expert in pistol and rifle in the service (plus the great training of our instructors).
In HS, the Rifle Team would carry their firearms with them from class to class on practice and competition days. The cases were too big to fit in the lockers, and the range was off campus. Nobody thought a thing about it.
Oh, and every self-respecting male had a pocket knife on his person when he left the house.
It’s the individual, not the inanimate object, that is the problem...but Stalinist knotheads don’t understand that...or maybe they do.
Do you have a knife? I got my pants on don’t I