We had guns in the house, and my dad taught us to respect them...
It's ALWAYS loaded (even if you know it isn't). ALWAYS treat it as such.
There is ALWAYS one in the chamber (even if you know there isn't). ALWAYS treat it as such.
NEVER point it at anyone, EVER.
etc... etc... etc...
We used to go to the range once a month, and when I was a kid I was a great shot. Haven't been for many years now, but I always knew to respect a gun and what it can do. I also respected my father for teaching me, and trusting me from a pretty young age.
It was never a problem...
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