I had one of this as a kid and it still sits in my dad's attic, where my kids discovered a couple of years ago. They love it and talk about how much they want to go back to South Carolina to play with the big cannon. Fortunately, the unfortunate flag withered away years ago, so I've thus far managed to avoid discussions about their being the great-great-grandchildren of Confederate officers and slaveowners. The Johnny Reb's muzzle velocity and the weight of the cannonballs result in a kinetic energy roughly equivalent to that of a piece of pumpernickel out of the toaster, so the possibilty of injuries is pretty slim. The Jarts I had might still be in the attic as well, but I'll definitely let them stay there.