I was 6 or 7. My Grandpa, who I idolized bought me a little red wood bow with several arrows, some with broadheads. Before we visited so he could give it to me, he shot a rabbit in his garden with it. He wasn't a bowhunter, but he was the kind of hero who could pull that off! Grandma and Mom scolded him and made him put those "dangerous" broadhead arrows away before I could damage something with them! (he did show them to me!) He fell over dead when I was 10, so this was before 1956! The bow and arrows disappeared then.
I became a broadhead collector in 1976. I've often wondered since about those broadheads, which have appeared in my dreams as the rarest of the rare!! In the late 80s, I was living in Michigan and acting as the family caregiver for my Grandma in Ohio. As we cleaned out her very old home before it was sold, I crawled every inch of that crawl space and attic and searched EVERY millimeter where that old stuff might have been!
Even digging in the dirt floor of the crawl space hoping it somehow was covered by a service guy or something!
Thanks for the memories!