rainbowbob
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My father was an LEO for 30 years and I believe he carried every day. I only saw his duty gun, an S&W .38, on a couple of occasions.
Once was when he had had quite a few and was showing off for company. He did a quick draw and shooting stance demonstration in our living room! This happened only once. It never occurred to me until recently whether that gun was loaded or not.
The only other time I remember seeing it - although it could have been more than once - was on his dresser. I don't remember ever having been given any instruction, and I could not resist picking it up. I knew it was dangerous, and quickly put it back where I found it.
Family history included the story of my Grandmother's brother who found his father's service revolver (Great Grandfather was a Boston Detective), took it with him into the bathroom while washing the dog, and killed himself with it.
I spent my entire childhood "playing guns". I would run through the woods chasing, hiding, ambushing, and "gunning down" my friends.
My mother would not let me have a BB gun because "...You could put somebody’s eye out with it...”
As I have posted before...I and my best friend got our hands on some BB guns...thought it would be a great idea to have a BB gun fight (with protection of course)...started shooting at each other...took cover...I shot him in the eye.
I didn't touch a firearm of any kind for many years after that.
Instruction from an early age might have made me (and my best friend) safer. I recommend it.
Once was when he had had quite a few and was showing off for company. He did a quick draw and shooting stance demonstration in our living room! This happened only once. It never occurred to me until recently whether that gun was loaded or not.
The only other time I remember seeing it - although it could have been more than once - was on his dresser. I don't remember ever having been given any instruction, and I could not resist picking it up. I knew it was dangerous, and quickly put it back where I found it.
Family history included the story of my Grandmother's brother who found his father's service revolver (Great Grandfather was a Boston Detective), took it with him into the bathroom while washing the dog, and killed himself with it.
I spent my entire childhood "playing guns". I would run through the woods chasing, hiding, ambushing, and "gunning down" my friends.
My mother would not let me have a BB gun because "...You could put somebody’s eye out with it...”
As I have posted before...I and my best friend got our hands on some BB guns...thought it would be a great idea to have a BB gun fight (with protection of course)...started shooting at each other...took cover...I shot him in the eye.
I didn't touch a firearm of any kind for many years after that.
Instruction from an early age might have made me (and my best friend) safer. I recommend it.