My daughter called me this morning. It seems that she sashayed into Wal-Mart this morning and bought a gun.
"Dad, I bought my first gun this morning!" She was all excited.
I call her Spuirrely-girl. My father tagged her with that name, because when she was a toddler, she chattered like a squirrel. And, no, this is not her first gun. She's been shooting since she was old enough to handle a gun. I know for a fact that she owns at least one that I gave to her.
Point being, she walked into a store, filled out a 4473, plunked down her own money and bought a firearm. Passed the background check. As it turns out, this particular firearm is a Cricket. I've bought a couple of these things over the years, fine firearms for teaching kids to shoot, and she's got kids that need to learn how to shoot.
It's a great thing, passing firearms knowledge to the younger generation.
I'm proud of you, Squirrel!