Finally Understanding the Burdens of Parenthood I recently bought my younger brother a .22 rifle. It's a neat design, for those of you interested it's a Walther G22 . I know some of you may have differing opinions, but my family is a bunch of hunters. Anyway my brother took Hunter's Safety, so he's good to go, and in fact he's getting interested in shooting at a much older age than I did (I was 12). I've never seen him do anything unsafe, and he's a very intelligent kid, but I can't help but worry about him. I mean, it's still dangerous and all (even though the fact that he's smoking and is also a recovering cancer patient is probably more dangerous). I have gained a new respect for my parents. They must have been worried about me all the time since I had three guns by the time I was his age. The fact that they trusted me and put their doubts aside makes me realize how good they were to me when I was growing up. There's no point to this story, just my personal reflections.