tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596010223510497934.post4825081296344607559..comments2023-10-23T13:22:46.260-07:00Comments on Fighting Finn: Reading Between the Lines: Conversation with My 14 Year OldBeckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17193473372672086415noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596010223510497934.post-5365340922649004672012-12-02T13:23:12.919-08:002012-12-02T13:23:12.919-08:00Starting when I was ten, I went to a summer camp i...Starting when I was ten, I went to a summer camp in Fairfield County called Indian Walk. Imagine calling a camp that today. Our days were filled with canoeing, fishing and swimming, and both archery and riflery. We shot 22-caliber rifles at targets. The boys always giggled when the instructor gave permission to shoot by saying "Fire at will." How times have changed. If you mention shooting firearms today, people around here look at you funny, or worse.<br /><br />A couple years later in junior high in Westport, boys had wood shop and metal shop. We made real stuff like lamps, bird houses and carved whales. I even made a water bed frame. How 60s. No more. Today, boys bake with the girls in home ec.<br /><br />Let him go shooting, appropriately supervised of course. Chances are it's only paintball.****https://www.blogger.com/profile/00862292207445166549noreply@blogger.com