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Ah, reminds me of my youth, wherein we would spend 6 hours per summer day, playing "Army". Making that machine gun sound from your mouth "Brrrraaaa.... Brrrraaa". With our rules, you would be "dead" for 2 minutes you had to count out loud. Then, at the end of 2 minutes, you had ten seconds of immunity to get out of the area before becoming a valid target again. We had rules that covered grenade usage, what constituted a wounding vs a fatal hit.. all that from 10-13 year old boys. We would lay siege for hours sometimes on forts we had built.. man, the good old days..

I even had a small "factory" where I would cut out some crude M-16 looking things traced out on a piece of wood, and paint it black. I could make a few per day and then we'd go out and use them. ..

I never grew up into a gun fanatic, never have owned a real firearm... never wanted to take a gun into battle and kill innocent people or anything. As far as I know, none of my friends from the day did either...

We couldn't afford toy guns, so we used the baseball bats that everyone in the neighborhood owned.

Held up to the shoulder, it was a rifle. Under the arm, it was a submachine gun. Held over the shoulder, it was a bazooka ...

And you had to remember that the little end of the bat was the muzzle ... otherwise, you were shooting backwards.

When I grew up, I had the distinct privilege of carrying the M-60 machinegun for two years as a 5'6", 125 lb, airmobile/mech infantryman.

Now that was SOME kind of fun!