When I was seven my uncle walked me down to the end of the street and let me shoot his .45, my thumbs hurt all day.
I think that as around the age that my dad and uncle took me out to the lake and let me fire off every type of shotgun my uncle had in the back of his truck. Just empty the racks out till I got bored or we ran out of ammo, whichever came first. Shoulder, my back, my ribs, my ears, all of it hurt for a couple of days but damn was it fun.
Had a pocket knife and carried it to school every day, you can't do that anymore.
Yep, did that. Had a case knife (family heirloom) and then a Swiss Army knife that I never left the house with.
Hell, I remember having classmates that had pistols in their purses (in fact, a lot of the girls had mace, stun guns, or small cali pistols in their purses for protection), backpacks, or lockers and no one thought anything of it. One of the boys on the student-body council and head of the "See You At the Flagpole" group had a .22 in his pickup; when he got bored would go outside at lunch and plink Coke cans off the backwall of the student parking lot. Granted this was the late 80s into the mid 90s before Columbine, and in rural South-East TN.