[Jims5543]

When I was about 12 years old my dad loaded me in the car and we drove away from town out to the woods. I had no idea why we were there.

He went to the trunk of the car, took out his shotgun, and told me to follow him, there was not a lot of talking.

We walked a ways into the woods, he told me to stop, he walked forward a good distance and aimed his shotgun at a tree off center. He fired, the noise was unbelievable alone, the damage to the tree was remarkable.

Then we had a talk about guns and how dangerous they were, I never messed with a single gun after that day, if my dads intention was to keep me away from messing with them it worked.