printI remember my first Daisy Red Ryder BB gun. It was a Christmas present from my Dad and it came complete with a set of parental instructions and a great deal of time spent with the “Man.” My Dad worked long hours and I didn’t get to spend as much time with him as some of my other friends did with their Dads. This, of course, made the time spent on beginning marksmanship lessons that much more special and memorable.
As I grew older I began to notice that most of the dos, don’ts, shoulds and shouldn’ts of life were just more advanced lessons of those first simple ones. As you say, those were different times.
—james huggins