Point an index finger with thumb raised, at someone in preschool and you'll be on someone's junior "terrorist list". Same for scrawlin' a picture of anything that resembles a firearm, with your Crayolas.
We moved to the country the summer I was 9. Prior to that and living in town, I was the only boy on my block. So I spent time with the neighborhood girls. Used to push a baby buggy around a bit, but my guns were in the buggy, under the dollies.
At some point when I'd had enough, the guns came out for distribution to the "indians and/or outlaws" and off we went, tearing around the alley and the back yards blasting at each other.
One dad w/two daughters, gave me his old wood and brass air rifle. Didn't work, but it was more impressive than a mostly plastic rifle.
I used to go over to their house to listen to Gunsmoke
on the radio with their dad. Even after we got a TV and it was eventually on there in the mid 50s.
Dad said I liked William Conrad as Matt Dillon on the radio, over James Arness on the TV version and he wasn't happy with my choice, after we got a TV.