When I was about 14 years old, some friends and I had been having BB gun fights for some times. The rules were no more than 3 pumps on the Crossman gun, and you had to aim below the waste. One day my dad told me that he understood that we were having BB gun fights, and I was speechless. I said "come with me". We walked to the garage, he gave me a pair of safety glasses, and then he told me that if he found out that I wasn't wearing them during the BB gun fights, the gun was gone.
That was the good old days. He never found out about the Roman Candle and pop bottle fights.