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Mainly because I've seen firsthand what guns left unlocked can do to a child.
When I was about 9, and my brother 7, he shot himself with a police revolver of my father's. We had always had guns in the house, and were told upon pain of death to stay away from them. My dad had borrowed it from a buddy (a deputy sheriff), and had loaded it with some sort of grapeshot bullet to keep crows out of the trees, or some such nonsense. The gun had been left in the top of a hall closet. The reason he had gotten the gun out: My brother and his best friend, with all the sense of reality that 7-year-olds raised on cartoons would have, wanted the gun so that they could rob the town bank.
That night, my mom and I were out of the living room for just a minute, down the hall trying out a new clock radio, when we heard what sounded like a firecracker exploding in a jar. We ran down the hall and opened the door -- there was literally a fountain of blood coming out of his leg. That sight will remain with me as long as I live.
Chris had propped the gun against his knee while trying to load it, not knowing it already was. It went off directly into his leg. My mother was able to get him to the hospital before he bled to death (a 10-minute drive out a pothole-filled WV highway on a good day); it missed the major artery by about 1/2 inch. They did not have to amputate, but my brother was in the hospital for two weeks, and needed a year's worth of physical therapy in order to walk normally. A couple months afterward, he got a mystery infection that ratched his temperature up dangerously high. To this day (more than 20 years later) he still has grapeshot rise to the skin's surface, and the knee aches in cold, damp weather. Of course, this doesn't even begin to address the psychic damage all of us endured. Except, of course, my father, because nothing is ever his fault.
And, in my high school, it was an annual event that some students were playing around with a gun at someone's house, usually drunk, and someone died. This despite the fact that we all endured state-mandated gun safety training in our high school physical education class.
So no, I will never let a child of mine visit a friend without my knowing if there is a gun in the house.
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