GEL you are a brave mommy... I'm dreading the day when my son comes to me and wants to buy a paintball gun (or worse... say he wants to play hockey or football!!)
That being said, my brothers both used to play paintball all the time, though they didn't own their own stuff, they used to go somehwere where you could rent everything. They had boat loads of fun and could go here with $100 and play for just about an entire day. My mother didn't let them play until they turned 15, don't know why, I'm sure it's just an arbitrary (sp?) age that she pulled out of the air, but still. They went once a month to play, and worked weekends to support their hobby.
Besides the black and blues that they inevitably came home with, I only remember 2 major-ish injuries - a spot on my brother's calf that was essentially like 10 black and blues all in one area, that took forever to heal and was painful to the touch for a week. My other brother was hit in just the right spot under his arm, where there was no padding... that was more of a 'lucky' shot though.
I know jack-squat about paintballing, except the stories I'd hear my brothers tell... and like I said above, I am dreading the day my son comes to me and asks to do something potentially dangerous... but I hope that when that time does come I can be as open minded as you and at least entertain the idea... your kids are very lucky to have you for their mom!!!
~Tara
That being said, my brothers both used to play paintball all the time, though they didn't own their own stuff, they used to go somehwere where you could rent everything. They had boat loads of fun and could go here with $100 and play for just about an entire day. My mother didn't let them play until they turned 15, don't know why, I'm sure it's just an arbitrary (sp?) age that she pulled out of the air, but still. They went once a month to play, and worked weekends to support their hobby.
Besides the black and blues that they inevitably came home with, I only remember 2 major-ish injuries - a spot on my brother's calf that was essentially like 10 black and blues all in one area, that took forever to heal and was painful to the touch for a week. My other brother was hit in just the right spot under his arm, where there was no padding... that was more of a 'lucky' shot though.
I know jack-squat about paintballing, except the stories I'd hear my brothers tell... and like I said above, I am dreading the day my son comes to me and asks to do something potentially dangerous... but I hope that when that time does come I can be as open minded as you and at least entertain the idea... your kids are very lucky to have you for their mom!!!
~Tara