I remember shooting 12 gauges and my dads Mac10 when I was around 10. This is unfortunate.
Yeah, I’ll never forget my dad handing me his double-barrel 12 ga. when I was maybe 6-7. I had shot .22 with him many times and was a little too full of myself. I asked him if I could shoot it and he asked if thought I could handle it. Running my young mouth like a fool I said “sure.” Nearly tore my young should off. He told me “son, now you know why I don’t want you messing around with guns you aren’t ready for.”
Painful, but lesson learned. I think that was the same year I got a .410 for Christmas. My brother still has that double and I still don’t like shooting it.