My first centerfire rifle to ever shoot was a 30-06. As my handle implies, my family hunts very, very frequently. My mother's brothers and their father collected firearms. My mother actually helped them cast their own bullets when she was younger. When my father kidnapped my mother and brought her a poverty stricken life in the country, she didn't mind the guns. In fact, she thinks my revolvers are pretty, and she is asking for a nice "Ornate and aestetically pleasing" over and under for bird hunting (She wants it to look better than it shoots).
However, as her side of the family lives across the country, I don't see them very often. Now you all have to understand, in every single picture of me from age 1-9, I've got a gun in my hand. In fact, my sister and I were looking through the old photo books and saw that I had a Colt replica 6-gun, Red Rider BB gun, or a knife always with me. In telling you this, I'm trying to say that I have always had a love of weapons. It's in my genes, so to speak.
Well, I go to visit one of my mother's sisters when I was around 13. At this point I'm more of a knife/blade person than a gun person (Although that is mainly because I didn't have the money for guns, and swords didn't require reloading). I stay with this suburban country-club-christian (aka, has a very fluffy exterior, but the interior is twisted, so to speak) completely anti-gun anti-violence anti-anything-fun (for me) family.
At the end of the week, My mother's sister tells her that she needs to put me into therapy, because my ideas were "Scareing" my little cousins.
One of the things that made my aunt upset was that I had taken appart an electric toy (one of my cousin's, with his permission), strapped it to the back of a remote controlled car, wired in the motor to the battery pack, and placed a reinforced arm equipped with a metal cutting edge to the motor, so when I turned the toy truck on, the motor would make the arm spin (it was located in the front of the toy), and so anything in front of it would be sliced.
I called it "The Mouse Slayer".
So of course, some of my ways may have scared this suburbanite household. But then again, you have to understand, the father, upon hearing a disturbance in the middle of the night, made his wife go down the stairs first. He said he'd be "Right behind her".
I have nothing to do with this anti anymore. I hated it, but how else do you deal with such closed-minded people? :banghead: