If I was in school today, I’d be in so much trouble. I drew numerous M-16’s and M1 Garands and so on.
I recall that a friend of mine and I in sixth grade used to conduct interplanetary wars during lunch hour with pencils and rulers on manila paper. We each drew our own picture, but would spar verbally about who had the upper hand in the depicted battle. To be honest, he was more creative than I was, and I would follow his lead for the most part. Of course, the ruler guided bullets were flying in these depictions, which seemed very realistic to us. The teacher surveyed all this with equanimity. She was very popular with the girls because of her proclivity for leading the class in singing popular songs such as TAMMY, which I remember in particular. She would let on that these singing sessions were some sort of daring clandestine activity. Nevertheless, she did allow us our space battles.
Sure brings back old memories. When I was in fourth grade back in the 60’s, our teacher had us perform skits. Three of my buddies and I reenacted an episode of Gunsmoke. We came to school in full cowboy dress including the cap gun firearms. I was Matt Dillon of course. And yes, I shot the bad guy right there in front of the class. Ah, the good ole days.