You did well!....
The day I was born my grandpa brought me my first rifle,(right into the hospital) It was a Mod 69 Winchster .22 bolt action rifle, and it was in all places California. Back then (31 years ago) it was not a big deal. I remmember the first time my dad and grandpa took me to shoot that rifle, I was the day I was starting kindergarden, I was in second shift and before they took me to school we went out to a old pig farm in the hills of Calimesa Ca. and with my dad's help I hit my first milk jug. My grandpa was very hardnosed on firearms safety my whole life, He never hid any of the firearms in the house, and if any of us kids wanted to handle one we were more than free to do so with grandpa close by. Grandpa even let us ride out bikes around the block with a old M-1 carbine in a saddle holster on the bike. No one gave it much attention. as I grew up I shot my first rabbit with that .22 and I remmember on my 10th birthday me, my dad and grandpa refinishing that .22's stock. I grew up to do the Jr. ROTC and made the rifle team, I was on the Armed Drill Team and Color Guard, and Grandpa had the pictures all over the house. My Grandpa one day got a package in the mail, It was a M-1 Garand from the Aniston Army Depot. I was 15 years old and by then my parents split up, Grandpa kept that rifle sealed up in the box until I came down to visit on sumer vacation. My dad said that grandpa has something he wanted to show me and we went over to take a look. I was the first one to open that box. I remmember just being in daze on how cool this rifle was, I was used to doing drill with a M-14 and Grandpa did not even bat a eye when I started to tear down that Garand right there on the table. I put it back together and we took it out into the front yard and started to spin and throw that rifle around, Grandpa did start to get a little squeemish and made a comment about not dropping it and to please do it in the grass, but as he and my dad watched they both had smiles. Then I got a little cocky and did a over the head master spin and that rifle went BBL first into the grass and stood like it was ready to have a helmet put on the buttstock.:D....Well that is when grandpa just made a comment along the line of " you get to clean it now!...I did and we took that rifle out to shoot a couple days later and with a limited amout of ammo I walked a milkjug up a hill and back down a big dirt burm. My grandpa died 3 years ago and I miss him alot. Grandpa left me that Garand and in the box was a note on the day that I shot that rifle for the first time, (My grandpa kept notes about everything, I have no doubt in my mind that if we look'd around enough he has a note on how many time he hit the toilet a day ) anyway I never knew it, but he got that rifle for me all along with the intent of giving it to me after he died.
My grandpa was a Korean Vet and Life member to the NRA and CARPA. He knew that this nation needed to become a Nation of Riflemen again, and Im proud to know that he did his part with me.
I hope that you and your grandson have as many memories as I did with my grandpa (as limited as it was now that I look back) and I guarantee you that your Grandson will someday be telling people how great of a man his grandpa was.