When I was seven, I found my dad's handgun in a drawer in the house we lived in, in Eton. It was a huge thing, as I recall, and I later learned that it was i'faith a .357. Don't ask me the make, I was a tad young to know one huge, wooden-gripped wheelgun from another. He taught me to handle it safely.
When I was 10, my mum showed me where she kept the knives that "were for bad men". She explained to me very clearly and concicely what consitited "bad", and how I shouldn't hesistate to put one of them into someone who threatened her, or my brother, or anyone who we knew, if they fell into the category "Bad" - it would be OK if I did, because I'd be defending my loved ones.
When I was 14, I remember both my parents doing 120 MPH up and down the motorways (sorry, freeways) taking me to and from school, and being advised that first I'd become a driver, then a safe driver, then a good driver, and finally a good, safe driver.
When I was 16, I saw a lot of people getting rich of new technologies, which I was utterly addicted to by then (the technologies, not the riches), and Making Something Of Themselves.
When I was 18 I truly discovered the Internet - the world without constraints, without controls, without boundaries. Populated by the literate, the intelligent, the calm, rational, well-spoken minds who guided and developed the technologies which would better everyone's lives.
I'm 29 now. All the above statements are now sweet, impossible dreams - gone forever, stolen my lackwits, my skulking thieves, by moochers, by spineless phagrocytes leaching the life from the living.
The noose isn't only tightening, the pewling morass of the great unwashed is thinning the air, also.
Sorry if this post seems a bit bitter and angry. First amendment, and all that...