When I was in second or fifth grade my three years older brother was on the school’s rifle team. He brought his rifle to school on the school bus, not container just a sling. I carried the box of fifty shells.
That’s a neat story.
Our shop teacher would take students out to his car during lunch hour and they’d all look at his latest rifle or pistol. And the boys would take him out and show him their new guns.
Same here, I took my rifle in for hunter safety class, then so I could go hunting after school. This was no further back than in the early 80’s. Damn shame what this world has turned into.