I have a friend who grew up an army brat and lived over in Germany.
When he was out playing he was in War areas, trenches, and what have you, and he found lots if war junk... a couple of mortar shells included... and he took them home and put them in his room because... kind of a little decoration.
So... when they went to move the movers came to pack them out to transfer their household goods back stateside and they saw the mortar shells and immediately called the EOD who showed up and disposed of them properly.
So he had live mortar shells in his room because “it was cool stuff that you found laying around.”
So he had live mortar shells in his room because it was cool stuff that you found laying around.
While soccer Mom’s might not approve, and are right that occasionally there were casualties from mothering techniques in previous generations—we mostly survived. And we have better stories. And we learned how to do stuff.