My dad has had guns for as long as I could remember, he had them stashed all over the house, though not loaded. He would reload rounds and target shoot, both on and off ranges. He only went hunting once that I can remember. He liked to shoot and liked collecting guns, it was hard to know what he had because he would sell and trade them when he got tired of one.
My dad bought my brother and I a small .22 rifle when we were kids. I think I was 6 and my brother was 7. Of course we only shot it when he was with us. Later on (not much later) we got the quintisential Daisy Red Ryder BB gun. We got pretty god with that. We would sit on the front porch and shoot the power lines. It didn't do anything to them except make a noise. When we moved to FL, we would shoot lizards. My brother was on the shooting team in high school. But I never followed.
Now, suprisingly enough, neither us own a firearm. It is a, "haven't got around to that one" situation. Now that my parents are moving, my dad is going to divide his collection among us. He didn't think we were interested because we never asked about them. He already gave his favorites away though.
We were raised around firearms and we knew to respect them. Though we never "played with his guns" that didn't stop us to find creative uses for fireworks. Boys will be boys....