Used to ride our bikes to downtown Springfield, IL. Our shotguns or rifles just stuffed in our paper bags. We left our bikes w/guns on the sidewalk. Mr. Hoops, the owner of Sportsman's Center, always greeted us with, "What are you hoodlums up to, today?" We'd buy ammo to shoot rats at the dump or go on some kind of hunting adventure. We were 10-11. His parting words were always, "Be careful. I you do something stupid with that ammo and get me in trouble, I'll beat your azzes. We KNEW that if anything should happen, our parents would let him...AFTER they were done with us.