When I was a child I didn’t know a household that didn’t have at least one gun..
and in all those years no child was shot by their father’s gun..
One 16 year old boy was shot when he and friends were out shooting one day but that was carelessness on the other teenagers part and not due to his father owning a gun...
a group of high school boys were climbing through a fence one by one and the boy behind the injured boy had a loaded rifle..It discharged and got the boy in the back..
The boy was paralyzed and eventually lost his legs..
He was a lot older than I was but I remember him years later driving a car especially modified for him...he did everything with his hands...
He learnt the trade of boot repair and supported himself after his parents died...I don’t know if he received any government help but he was expected to work...
He was the only young person shot in our town except for the girl who was murdered ...
we all grew up with guns...and nobody took one to school...
Oh and it wasn’t a terrorist act to draw guns and tanks and planes shooting flaming death...
I cannot grasp how a woman who I think grew up in Kentucky & has NEVER had a child can drip such anger towards a gun owner.
She lives in her own Ivory Tower and has other people guarding her at every turn. Life of privilege & money sure creates a disconnect, doesn’t it.??
Even when I lived in the city, I couldn’t count on a police response faster than 7-9 minutes. In the meantime, what is happening to me when an invader wants o harm me??
In the early 1970s I remember being able to take my deer rifle to school and put it in my locker.
At the end of the school day I would put on my hunting gear (mostly my same clothes I always wore except a few extras like gloves, orange hat a bigger knife instead of the pocket knife that was always with me even at school and some bullets).
I would have the bus driver drop me off about a mile from home and slowly hunt my way home.
Hell I remember my brother buying an old military 30-06 bolt action for $35.00 a few months before hunting season with the transaction taking place at school.
The bus driver saw it and when he pulled up to our house he blew the horn (that usually meant trouble when my mom would here it) and he said to my mom “Do you know that your kids have a gun?” and my mom answered “Yes I do and I gave them the money to buy it” and that was it.
Yes those were the good old days.
***we all grew up with guns...and nobody took one to school...***
When I was in school, if a kid took a gun or big knife to class you knew he was in leathercraft class. There was no panic about it.
Back in the 1950s and 60s, kids often shot themselves doing something stupid, like resting the muzzle of their .22 rifles on their boot and accidentally pulling the trigger.
There were several who shot themselves in the foot.