My daddy used to take us to the country and let us shoot all the time. It was him, my aunts, my uncles, granny, cousins, brothers, and my sister. Just shooting shit all the time. I think that’s why I was never curious about guns.3 kids of my own, and 1 extra every other week
they know they're there and they are not to touch them
we clean them in front of em, we shoot around them, we talk about them, etc
they really dont care about that shit because the mystique is taken away
oh thats just daddy's gun, dont touch that
aside from that they're never alone, they're with my mother in law all day staying busy
I stopped shooting the gun once I almost shot my daddy. Then I decided I would try again at 19. Went to Louisiana, that shotgun cocked back and my lip was busted. I was officially done then. Ain’t shot a gun since. Found my exes gun in the couch. Damn near fainted. I was mad.