BB Gun Accident. What are kids thinking these days? Obviously we don’t have enough background to comment on the parenting or guidance in this particular case. I’m sure there was a little peer pressure involved as well and a person can not help but feel horrible for the little guy involved but it got me to thinking.
By age nine I had traded up from the single pump red rider to .177 caliber 10 pump air rifle. Aluminum cans were a sought after commodity for target practice. Grandpa’s dairy farm was all but void of sparrows & starlings. Gophers & chipmunks amongst any other rodent in pasture/wooded neighboring lands were on full alert. Respect guns ~ no matter the caliber was an early life lesson for the Bos. (Still learned how to cast a fishing pole before shooting rifles…sorry Lip.)
At what age did Santa Claus declare you old & responsible enough to leave a red rider or air gun leaning in the corner behind the x-mas tree with your name on it?