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Originally Posted by jatx
Boy times sure have changed.
My most prized possession as a child was a youth-sized .50 cal muzzleloader. I tramped all over Oklahoma with that thing and came up with a lot of "alternative" uses for the Pyrodex that JAGeorgia let me keep in the closet, as well. (To be fair, he didn't let me store my own powder until I was about nine).
I took it to show and tell once, and demonstrated to my friends how it worked and how you loaded it. I let them all struggle with the chore of ramming a ball and patch down the barrel. Of course, I was then left with a loaded firearm in the classroom. The teacher did the only sensible thing, which was to send me outside to discharge it on the playground. That was around 1981, I believe.
Questions: (1) If I wanted to raise my own kids that way today, where would I have to move? (2) How much would my monthly legal retainer be to keep the state from taking the kids away?  |
Amen to that.
Upon receiving my driver's licence, I remember asking my father if my friend and I could take his truck out into the desert so we could go shooting.
He could've cared less about the guns.
He wanted to be sure I would drive safely.
(he was right, we nearly wrecked the truck, but nobody was shot...
)
Some 4 years earlier that that, with the same friend, we used to play with his "throwing star" during recess at school.
We'd throw it (in an arc) back and forth at each other and try to catch it between our hands like in the movies.
We never made it a high-profile thing, and never got in trouble.
During snack time, we'd use our pocket knives to peel the skin off of our oranges.
Nobody had their knives confiscated unless they were carving on the desk.
(even then, the confiscation was only temporary)
It's unbelievable what the schools are trying to do to our children.