When I was a kid growing up in the midwest back in the 1950s, there were a lot of guns around, but very few actual gun safes.
Parents trained their kids from a very early age how to treat firearms, though. They did this weird thing called “taking responsibility for the safety of their children.” If toddlers too young to understand this training were present, firearms were usually kept unloaded. Toddlers don’t shoot themselves or others with unloaded firearms.
My parents didn't have guns when I was growing up, but my grandfather did. He didn't make a big deal about it, but it wasn't any secret either. I remember stumbling across his guns while playing in a closet one day. It never even occurred to me to pick them up or play with them. I'd been taught that guns were dangerous if you didn't know what you were doing and that I was too young to use them safely. Not only did I not pick them up that day, but after I found them I was never even tempted to go back and play with them later.
Posted on Saturday, July 28, 2012 at 03:55 PM|Permalink