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My son was sitting playing cards with another person and noticed the other person was cheating and called him on it, that didn't go over very well the other person said he was going to kill his father(me) with a pistol. My son said he was going to report it to the authorities and the other person got all apologetic. Now come the rest of the story, my son is 6 and the authority is his kindergarten teacher.

I am not going to notify the school or teacher as I don't want it to become an issue, kids talk smack all the time and I don't think a 6yo really understands, I have made it clear to my son that guns are never a topic to be talked about in school for any reason and to lie if asked about them being in the house.

I dunno', the other kid got the notion to kill from somewhere. Rather than the "authorities" maybe a chat with the other kids parent/s?

Boy Howdy, I'm glad I'm way past today's kid thing. Not my monkey, not my circus.....no more.

Oldgringo wrote:I dunno', the other kid got the notion to kill from somewhere. Rather than the "authorities" maybe a chat with the other kids parent/s?

Boy Howdy, I'm glad I'm way past today's kid thing. Not my monkey, not my circus.....no more.

If I knew the parents I might but as it is I have zero tact and many parents take offense at anything negative about their kids. I figure it is not worth getting uptight about.

When I was 6 years old me and my friends would play Army, Cops and Robbers, and Cowboys and Indians. We all had toy guns some of which looked real. We were killing each other all time. We knew the difference between pretending and the real thing. We also had parents that taught us what was wrong and right. I remember bringing my Mattel Fanner 50 to show and tell.

The Wall wrote:When I was 6 years old me and my friends would play Army, Cops and Robbers, and Cowboys and Indians. We all had toy guns some of which looked real. We were killing each other all time. We knew the difference between pretending and the real thing. We also had parents that taught us what was wrong and right. I remember bringing my Mattel Fanner 50 to show and tell.

Me too {except for the show and tell part}; alas, that was then, this is now.

Oldgringo wrote:

The Wall wrote:When I was 6 years old me and my friends would play Army, Cops and Robbers, and Cowboys and Indians. We all had toy guns some of which looked real. We were killing each other all time. We knew the difference between pretending and the real thing. We also had parents that taught us what was wrong and right. I remember bringing my Mattel Fanner 50 to show and tell.

Me too {except for the show and tell part}; alas, that was then, this is now.

Si

Same here for me too. But in my era, in Ft.Worth in the early to mid 50's we played all those games with real guns. Guns that our dads brought home from WWII. Little Ricky had an Arisika 6.5 rifle that his dad got in the Pacific. Big Ricky had his dad's Luger bring back(different family). Jerry had his dad's Type 14 Nambu from the Pacific Theater. Randy, down the street had his dad's 98k rifle. Me? I had a stupid antique Belgium Bulldog .32. My Mom like the carved grips.

Since those were really not 'ours' but our dad's, they didn't even have any cartridges for them.....just bring backs to look at. None of us even had any desire to look for live rounds...never even entered our minds. We were just proud of playing with the guns our dads brought back from the "War".

Edit: Found it. The gun I played with. Sorry. Don't know how to post images :
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Another sad era gone by.

Yep I had a fake toy bolt rifle with a fake bullet in the bolt also. oh and can't forget the cap guns and stacking of the caps for a bigger bang.

joe817 wrote:

Oldgringo wrote:

The Wall wrote:When I was 6 years old me and my friends would play Army, Cops and Robbers, and Cowboys and Indians. We all had toy guns some of which looked real. We were killing each other all time. We knew the difference between pretending and the real thing. We also had parents that taught us what was wrong and right. I remember bringing my Mattel Fanner 50 to show and tell.

Me too {except for the show and tell part}; alas, that was then, this is now.

Si

Same here for me too. But in my era, in Ft.Worth in the early to mid 50's we played all those games with real guns. Guns that our dads brought home from WWII. Little Ricky had an Arisika 6.5 rifle that his dad got in the Pacific. Big Ricky had his dad's Luger bring back(different family). Jerry had his dad's Type 14 Nambu from the Pacific Theater. Randy, down the street had his dad's 98k rifle. Me? I had a stupid antique Belgium Bulldog .32. My Mom like the carved grips.

Since those were really not 'ours' but our dad's, they didn't even have any cartridges for them.....just bring backs to look at. None of us even had any desire to look for live rounds...never even entered our minds. We were just proud of playing with the guns our dads brought back from the "War".

Edit: Found it. The gun I played with. Sorry. Don't know how to post images :
http://cdn2.bigcommerce.com/server5100/ ... 80.JPG?c=2" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;


Another sad era gone by.

My Dad bought me a WWII army bolt action rifle from a surplus store. I don't remember what model or caliber. The barrel was plugged. It was very heavy for a 7 year old so it didn't get used much. He also got me an army pup tent, 2 fold up cots, and a helmet. The helmet was also very heavy and didn't come close to fitting. I think the insides were missing. lol Now that I think about it I slept on a bunk bed he must have purchased from an Army surplus store too. It had "U.S." stamped into the head and foot board. This was back in the 50's. I think every town had Army surplus stores back then. Some good childhood memories for sure.

I traveled on the school bus with it, walked around town with it, and kept it (a .22 LR target rifle) in my school locker when I was a kid. Nobody ever thought anything of it.

Oh for the days of carrying a gun on a school bus on Friday cause you were going hunting that weekend with your cousins or friend. No one got hurt or died , and we didn't even have them cased plus with my 22 I had 50-75 rounds of HV HP ammo with me.