Sounds like you all had fun.
I was a bit different. Grew up on a farm, Extended family. Grandfather & grandmother’s home was <50 ft. from ours. My uncle lived with them.
The 2 kids in the family were my brother and I. The most trouble I ever got into was because of a clod fight we got into. My grandmother ended that.
But from about 7 my brother and I had BB guns. We terrorized the birds, rabbits (believe it or not) and anything that moved. We were the great white hunters. hee hee hee.
First shot a 22 rifle, barrel out the window on my father’s lap in the pickup. First real gun I had was a 20 gauge single-shot shotgun. We became legendary among my father’s hunting buddies with those. Even on quail.
Life was simple and fun. We still own the farms, I own my grandparents home, my son lives in it.
“Life was simple and fun. We still own the farms...”
Good for you. You have my admiration, farming is doggone hard work. As Mr. Spock might say, “I hope you live long and prosper.”