Growing up in Florida, my twin sister and I never knew there were guns kept in our home.
My father’s unloaded firearms — a .22 pistol and a 20-gauge shotgun — were stored in a locked cabinet in the garage behind an array of boxes, bikes, and golf clubs. He worked across the country in California, and he kept the key with him at all times.
By most standards, my father’s weapons were safely stored, but he was in the minority of gun owners: 54 percent of the approximately 77…