This thread could be almost infinitely long, because The World Has Changed.
We did our Hunting Safety classes in the Middle School. Probably wouldn’t happen nowaways.
I remember riding my bike to my cousin’s house with my .22 rifle strapped across the handle bars. Then the two of us went to the local convenience store (each having our rifles with) and then rode out to do some shooting at a farm I knew. Yes, the cops saw us. No, nothing happened. It wasn’t a big deal back then.
Two of us stepped out of our High School Physics class to go to the restroom right around the corner. For some reason, the Physics class room was at the opposite end of the school from the rest of the science classes, in the basement with the pool, locker rooms and shop classrooms. The (psycho) shop teacher came along while we were returning to class, asking for hall passes. We didn’t have one, but we were right outside our classroom so he left us alone. Another kid didn’t. The teacher grabbed the kid by the throat and SLAMMED him hard into the wall, lifting him off the ground by his throat to scream at him.
Nowadays, that’s a great lawsuit and instant termination for the teacher.
When I was 8, we moved into a new neighborhood. The kid across the street, who was two years older than me, started picking on me. My father marched me striaght over there, demanded to see the other kid’s father and told him that this sort of thing stopped immediately, or HE would knock the shit out of the kid. The father tried to tell my dad to let me fight my own battles, but fortunately, my father wasn’t interested in allowing some neighborhood punk to beat me up on a regular basis. (Unfortunately, that was his job. )