By the time I was 10 (and I’m girl) I knew where my Dad’s .22 was, and where the bullets were. I knew how to get to these items in a hurry, load and shoot the gun in the proper way. I practiced shooting all types of guns when we went to our camp, and felt confident in my abilities. Today in NY my father would probably be in jail if this got out, but he’s no longer living so that’s not going to happen.
We knew if we EVER got into his gun cabinet without good reason or permission from him we were in big trouble. We never thought of “playing” with real guns because we were brought up around them and knew what they could do. We weren’t even allowed to point toy guns at each other, accept for squirt guns, because my dad said if you aim a gun at some one, know you could kill them and be prepared to if necessary.
Never was there a gun accident in my family. They show victims of school shootings crying with my lunatic Senator trying to ban guns. If my family were attacked and I DIDN’T have a gun, then I would cry.