I'm 43 and remember my best friend in Mississippi shooting me with a shotgun in my backyard. *I didn't know he had cut off the end of the shell and poured out all the shot. *At least he tried to and nothing hit me. *But who knows. *That was in early high school and was a serious test for my potty training. *It was stupid and could have been fatal and neither he nor I had ever seen a video game beyond Pong.
Never underestimate the inability of adolescents to think of consequences. *It strikes all of them some of the time. *I look at my past and what I know friends, my father, and my grandfathers did and can only wonder what the hell were we all thinking. *And we're relatively thoughtful people.