Now thats the way it should be. You just walk up to your dad and ask if you can have an airgun, and the answer is yes. When I was a boy, the answer was no...even though it was for 5 bucks which I had. I had to buy it on the sly from the nieghbor for 5 bucks. My dad was really *_*_*_*_*_*ed until he saw how much I really really wanted that airgun. Then he made a target box for me which consisted of a double shoeboxed size box with cottage cheese tops suspended by fishing line. Then he saw how I could shoot, which was really good. Those targets posed no challenge for me. Then he left instructions for me never to shoot any birds and especially not a mockingbird. He did his best to take me into the hills where I could shoot, but it wasn't enough...once a year? I went to my friends houses where we could shoot indoors at, of all things, Captain Kangaroo books!!!
Its great to see parents that cultivate shooting skills. I really didn't get to shoot until a few years ago when I got back into the pellet guns. I'm 50 now, and I missed so much. I cant tell you how much I wanted to shoot, but never could.
All this from parents who did not allow me to watch the three stooges, and rock n roll bands were all communists. Yikes!!!