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When I was a kid in the 1950s I knew where all my dad's guns were hidden, even though he didn't know that I knew. I sometimes snooped in my parent's bedroom when they were gone. I sometimes played with dad's guns when I was alone, although I was careful, so no harm came of that. I did all sorts of things that my parents never know about, and some of those things were dangerous. I am willing to bet that your son is not much different from what I was.
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