I always knew about guns. I knew at a early age that if I touched one, I was gonna get my butt kicked.
They where always in my fathers room but not loaded. He had a pistol that was but it was hid.
I remember when I was about 5 years old my father owed a farm that some other people ran. On weekends we would go there. It was in another part of the state. Well it was time to thin out some livestock so my father had a little 22LR he used to put them down. He would make a point to show me what a gun would do. I know everyone did not have a chance to see stuff like this but it taught me to respect a gun. Watching him make the head of a rattle snake disappear with a 12 gauge got my attention also.
I was lucky to survive fireworks!