Halfway through reading this, I couldn't help myself from thinking back to my childhood, and having a father who refused to let me own a bright, colorful, yello

Halfway through reading this, I couldn't help myself from thinking back to my childhood, and having a father who refused to let me own a bright, colorful, yellow and neon-green Super Soaker 50 because, in his words "it's training kids on using guns and I wont have my son grow up to be a murderer", plus all sorts of histrionics from the 90's about how {video games | violent movies | hip-hop } are desensitizing kids to violence and turning us all into brutal psychopaths. He had diddly-squat to say when I enlisted in the military and went on to serve with the same unit he did in the 60's and 70's. Not sure what that says about me, my old man, or Vice, or the three of us, bit it was a powerful trip down an annoying stretch of memory lane.