FB post, OCt. 4, 2017
I grew up with guns, but now my husband and I will not allow them in our home.
Fifty years ago, there were no gun sales over the internet. Fifty years ago, the NRA was an entirely different organization, one devoted to education and safety. My brothers got BB guns as boys, then shotguns and rifles as teens (after they proved to my dad they could pass the NRA safety course.) They shot skeet, and later went hunting for ducks and turkeys. As a girl, I took my turn shooting a 12 gauge every New Year's Eve, off the back porch into the woods behind our house, leaning into my dad so as to cushion the kick.
The woods are now gone, and the creek, and all the wild beauty of my childhood home, buried under the concrete of I-270. The romantic view of fathers and sons hunting together to bring home dinner is now almost entirely a legend, as, for the most part, is the world of intact families, where a father would model proper gun use for his kids. We are no longer colonial America. We are no longer 1950's America. It is time for us to put away the things of our nation's childhood, so that our children might live to be adults.FB post,
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