It was always the case in my house. My grandfather used to re-load for the town's PD. Back in the 1940's, his cop buddy's would come over and shoot .38s in the basement, so my dad just grew up around it. By the time I came along, dad has tons of guns around the house. He never owned a safe. I had his old .22 rifle in the corner of my room since I was about 6. I never remember a big, sit down "talk" about guns. We were just careful with them.