Not to be cold but it sounds like your Dad died with the same wooden spoon story I expect will be my demise.THE wooden spoon.
Dad died early on.
A great story from 10-15 yrs ago - a junkie strolled into a woman's kitchen demanding money, so she beaned him with her prized Emeril Lagasse skillet. Dropped him like a rock. The only thing that really upset her is the cops took her skillet as evidence. Emeril heard about it, and sent her a complete set of his signature cookware.My wife is Polish. If SHTF, it's not the guys with guns the opponent has to worry about, it's the women armed with vocal chords and something made out of wood from the kitchen they need to be scared of.
We also did not have school mass murder incidents.My brother and I solved the wooden spoon issue at an early age. We put small hard covered books down the back of our pants, when mom came at us, we were ready! By the second smack dad figured out what we had done and burst out laughing! Mom wasn’t impressed but she was pretty good humoured about it.
In high school in the mid 90’s many of us had guns in our vehicles at school, and we never shot anybody.
We had a rifle club at my high school during the 80s. It was an elective you had to qualify for: good grades, and never in any trouble. I was able to clear the second hurdle, but not the first lol.Back in the day, there used to be rifle clubs in schools here in the USA and training often occurred as part of the gym class...