When I was still in elementary school I knew where my father hid his handgun. He would take it out to go to the shooting range and when we took long road trips.
It was on the top shelf of my parents’ bedroom closet.
I had a good friend who was always coming over…
When no one was home we used to take down the gun and play with it.
I don’t know if it was loaded.
We were in second grade and I think our gun games lasted through the fourth grade.
I remember them as fun, obviously because they didn’t end in some tragic accident.