When I was growing up most of the fathers in my neighbourhood were WW11 vets a lot of them had a firearm of some sort .22Rf and shotguns and a few .303's all of the kids knew who had what
and where is was stored, If we asked nicely we got to handle them and got basic safety instructions no one ever took one we had respect for others property unless it was fruit trees,
nobody locked their door back then you could pop up the road shopping for an hour or two and be sure you would not be burgled,
Now the bastards nick your clothes of the line.
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