My father was a policeman, so I grew up with guns in the house and after his death my mother did not think twice about letting me and my brothers wander the nearby hills carrying a .22 rifle which we would use to shoot at squirrels, rabbits and tin cans and lucky for the area’s squirrel, rabbit and tin-can population, we rarely hit anything.
Very well said. I lost a sibling to suicide with a gun. I would never have one in my house.
Thanks, Lee. Well said.