I think it comes down to parenting. My parents bought toy guns for my sister and I when we were kids. I remember our matching flintlock cap rifles complete with ram rods. I remember my plastic machine gun with the fake red plastic muzzle flash that would not quite articulate to the recorded sound of machine gun fire. Shot everything in sight. Shot our butcher and he'd shoot back with his finger. They were toys and we all knew it.
The gun rack on the wall was different. It had an M! carbine, an O3/A3, and a Marlin 22. They weren't toys and we knew it. They came off the wall only when my father took us shooting or when he would teach me how to clean them.
Kids need guidance. Without it they'll make bad decisions. Growing up on Yogi Bear, If I hadn't had the proper guidance I'd probably be in jail today for stealing picnic baskets.
The gun rack on the wall was different. It had an M! carbine, an O3/A3, and a Marlin 22. They weren't toys and we knew it. They came off the wall only when my father took us shooting or when he would teach me how to clean them.
Kids need guidance. Without it they'll make bad decisions. Growing up on Yogi Bear, If I hadn't had the proper guidance I'd probably be in jail today for stealing picnic baskets.
