When I was a little girl my dad hunted for food. We ate squirrel and rabbit. I even picked up my toy rifle and started to follow him into the woods when I was two. He took me back to the house.
When I was five or six my dad no longer needed to hunt for food, but he did go on deer hunts. I remember one day he drove up with a dead bloody deer tied to the hood of his car. I looked out the window and saw this sight and began to cry uncontrollably. I hated what I saw, and I cannot explain to you why. It was just such an awful sight and I’ll never ever forget it.
I used to pretend that I was the cowgirl shooting the pretend Indians and sometimes I was the Indian shooting the pretend cowboys. I had a pair of toy six-shooters that I strapped on my waist and then the pretending would commence.
Today I am deeply anti-gun. I detest hunting. And, I cannot imagine myself pointing a gun at someone or another living thing and pulling the trigger.
I am telling you this because I can’t make myself believe that video games and movies cause children to grow up and become heartless killers. Sure, there were no video games when I was little, but there were movies and in those movies people shot other people.
I don’t know what has changed in our world that would cause children to shoot other children but I know it couldn’t happen without guns. My dad always had guns in the house and it never crossed my mind to “touch” them. I never thought about it because I had been told not to go anywhere near them. Maybe seeing that bloody dead deer strapped on my dad’s car that day showed me what real guns could do to real living things. One thing I do know for sure is that it was ugly then, and it’s still ugly and frightening to me now.