I remember hunting with my little brothers. I’d send them down the fence row to flush rabbits and birds. I had a .410 single shot and we always brought meat home. I was about 9 at the time. A year later I learned how to drive the truck to bring water to he field hands. At 11 I got to drive tractors. I got in trouble a couple of times taking the truck into town to get yoohoo’s and twinkies with my girlfriend from across the road.
I feel sadness for this boy loosing his brother.
Reminds me of the movie The Stone Boy a movie from ‘84 with Robert Duvall. Sad movie. Even a sadder current situation.
Good news is he isn’t dead: “The five year old is in the hospital in critical but stable condition.”
Folks who didn’t grow up where kids are given responsibility early have difficulty relating to kids being given responsibility early.