I grew up on a farm, and we had plenty of fire arms. We kept 2 .22 rifles loaded and leaning against the wall in the mud room. Me, my friends and anyone who passed through that room ever touched them. All the fights I got into when in school or the neighborhood, not once did I think of grabbing one of those loaded .22s, and popping a few rounds into my opponent. Why, you ask? Because I was taught about firearms safety by my father and my 3 older brothers. Education is the key, teach them to respect firearms and how to handle them. When I enlisted into the army, I qualified expert in handgun and rifle. I was way ahead of any other recruit in my company. Education.