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In 1901 my great grandfather escape from a Catholic orphanage run by pedo priests in Wisconsin when he was 12 and he walked all the way to eastern North Dakota where he eventually became a farmer. My dad grew up on a farm and he drove gravel trucks to make deliveries at 11 years old and he didn't need a driver's license. When I was in grade school in Montana I woukd walk through the middle of a town of 4,000 people carrying a rifle on my shoulder on my way to the woods to target practice and nobody would give me a second look. When I was in high school in the 80s it was common for the pick ups of the students to have rifles in gun racks on school property and nobody cared. My friends and I were also allowed to camp in the woods overnight unsupervised when we were 10.
The drive to infantilize Americans is part of the plot to destroy the Republic by turning us into sheep ready for the fleecing and the slaughter.
Kids today can’t even play in their own back yard alone without some ‘concerned citizen’ goes and reports it that some kid is outside unsupervised.
We had guns in the back windows of most country teenagers’ pickups, too.
It was completely fine and encouraged.
i During the depression my father left home and went on the Hobo when he was twelve. I was born in 38 and seem to remember both my father and mother working 6 days a week so we were free to roam the woods or town as long as we wanted, no such thing as air conditioning or even tv so inside the home was the last place we wanted to be.
After I got my driver's license, during hunting season, I would take the family van to school and my friends and I would have our shotguns in the back. After school we would drive south of town to one of our science teacher's farm and hunt with him.