"Imagine a police officer responding to a frantic call of someone running through a neighborhood with a gun in hand."
I don't have to imagine. When I was a kid, I used to run through my neighborhood all the time with my cowboy guns and holsters, or my submachine gun squirt gun ("Shoots 50 feet!") that Grandma bought me, or my kid brother's Johnny Seven O.M.A. ("One Man Army").
No one frantically called the cops. No cops frantically blew kids away for doing the same thing they used to do when they were kids.
I don't have to imagine. When I was a kid, I used to run through my neighborhood all the time with my cowboy guns and holsters, or my submachine gun squirt gun ("Shoots 50 feet!") that Grandma bought me, or my kid brother's Johnny Seven O.M.A. ("One Man Army").
No one frantically called the cops. No cops frantically blew kids away for doing the same thing they used to do when they were kids.