I got my first 22 at 5 yo. My mom was so pissed. But my grandpa spent all summer teaching me. After weeks of target practice at his wood pile a robin landed near where I was shooting, my grandpa said I could shoot it. As a young kid without much thought or empathy I took aim. Just before pulling the trigger my grandpa wispered into my ear," but your going to eat it!" after not shooting the beautiful bird my grandpa explained the value of life and how to use what you need nothing more. A gun is meant for killing, always treat it as such. If you eat meat you owe the animal the courage of taking it yourself or go vegan.