marvin
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WaPo: My Boys Like Shootouts. What's Wrong With That?
Real guns, toy guns only, or no guns for kids? Why?
This is assuming appropriate ages and proper adult supervision. (i.e. Giving a 4 year old your Deerslayer 3000 and letting her loose with it does not meet these criteria.)
I'm 24 now. Like most second generation suburban Asian Americans, my family owned no "real" guns. My brothers and I had plenty of toy guns though. Water guns, cap guns, rubber band guns, dart guns, Nerf guns... You name it, we had them when we were kids. No toy swords, too flimsy and relatively high cost. You can do wonders with just duct tape and newspaper.
Fast forward a few years to middle school, Boy Scouts, and the Rifle Marksmanship badge. Easily one of the highlights of the Boy Scout experience. About the same time, my dad decided we were old enough to trust us with the air pistol, under his strict supervision of course. Some of my fonder memories of childhood were of sitting on the back porch on summer afternoons and plinking at cans with him.
So sign me up for the full measure. Childhood wouldn't have been the same without 'em.
NOTE: I'd like to keep politics out of this one. Mods, feel free to delete this thread if it's too political. Thanks.
Real guns, toy guns only, or no guns for kids? Why?
This is assuming appropriate ages and proper adult supervision. (i.e. Giving a 4 year old your Deerslayer 3000 and letting her loose with it does not meet these criteria.)
I'm 24 now. Like most second generation suburban Asian Americans, my family owned no "real" guns. My brothers and I had plenty of toy guns though. Water guns, cap guns, rubber band guns, dart guns, Nerf guns... You name it, we had them when we were kids. No toy swords, too flimsy and relatively high cost. You can do wonders with just duct tape and newspaper.
Fast forward a few years to middle school, Boy Scouts, and the Rifle Marksmanship badge. Easily one of the highlights of the Boy Scout experience. About the same time, my dad decided we were old enough to trust us with the air pistol, under his strict supervision of course. Some of my fonder memories of childhood were of sitting on the back porch on summer afternoons and plinking at cans with him.
So sign me up for the full measure. Childhood wouldn't have been the same without 'em.
NOTE: I'd like to keep politics out of this one. Mods, feel free to delete this thread if it's too political. Thanks.