You bet! We spent hours outside playing unPC things like cowboys and Indians with realistic-looking six-shooter cap guns that made loud noises. Man, that was fun!
My dad and his friends used to play cowboys and indians back in the days. There was a girl who had a crush on my dad and always wanted to play with them, so they gave her a broken pistol.
My friends and I played army in my friends backyard during the day and snuck out late at night for 'commando missions' which would consist of either egg throwing at neighborhouses or a little dingdong ditch. My mom (a useful idiot) would cringe when she saw me shooting my imaginary gun. I have had my share cuts, scrapes, bruises and a near fractured skull. I turned out to be pretty well adjusted. These commiecrats want nothing less than pu$$ified men. not this pig.