Precisely.
When I got my first gun (.45 Megastar, long story), I didn’t take it out of the box until I got to the NRA Women’s Personal Protection class.
My dad kept a loaded Colt .45 through my entire childhood. I always knew where it was and had no interest.
When I was 10, he took me outside and made me shoot it into the dirt. Our upscale neighborhood was going sideways fast and he wanted to be sure I could handle the gun if he became incapacitated. (My alcoholic mother would have been a bad bet).
I don’t recall ever not having extreme respect for firearms. I don’t recall what I was taught specifically, but, I seem to have always known the gun was there.
Now there are such histrionics, libs have made guns irresistible to children.
My children grew up for at least a few years in Army housing that was cramped. My long guns sat stacked in a corner of our bedroom for years my handguns on a shelf easily accessible. I don’t really recall even telling them to leave them alone. They never once touched one. Even when we didn’t live in Army housing.