[elkfersupper]

I used to carry my .22 rifle on the handlebars of my bicycle to the local drugstore. I would leave the rifle outside, walk inside, buy a box of cartridges, a pack of cigarettes, 2 candy bars, a Dr. Pepper and walk out a minute later with $1.00 less than I had going in, looking forward to a fun afternoon down at the lake.

This was 1961. I was 9 years old.

Today, that would attract a SWAT team and a herd of do-gooders trying to get me away from the candy and cigarettes, plus life in prison for my parents.

What used to be a fun afternoon has been turned into a dozen crimes.

[gitmo]

Last year someone called the cops on my son because he had a plastic toy gun from dollar general and was wearing a camo shirt.

[Iron Munro]

What used to be a fun afternoon has been turned into a dozen crimes.

Sad but true.

Just about every boy I grew up with had a .22 rifle at a young age.