I was trained in safety by a retired marine. My dad. Never point it at anything you don’t wish to destroy etc. (pretty much the Jeff Cooper Rules)
Of course the other guys weren’t trained as such. First time I got a bb bruise on my ‘cheek’ (we used to go down to the creek as kids in nothing but our bathing suits and sneakers) I wasn’t going to take it. We set up ground rules. Nothing above the waist and preferably towards the rear end.
Kids have stupid fun. Glad I didn’t miss it.
This is starting to bring back memories.
I think we had some similar ‘rules’ about not shooting above the waist.
Those were the days.