(From the U.S.?)
9 mm handgun
"Mom I want that toy!" My eight year old brother pulled my mother's sleeve and pointed to a toy gun with rubber bullets. My mother bought it for him.
At home, my brother tried his new gun. Because of the rubber bullets it didn't hurt him, and he enjoyed banging it on his head. The rubber bullets made a loud BAM noise when he shot something. My mother got a headache. She said, "Joseph, go play with another toy." But my brother didn't listen.
"Joseph stop it right this instant." But Joseph didn't listen. So the gun was taken away from him.
Soon, Joseph got tired of screaming, so he went to find another toy to play with. In the next room, I suddenly heard a loud BAM but I just thought that Joseph had found where his toy gun was hidden. I went to tell my mom. Then I saw Joseph's toy gun lying on the table.
I rushed into Joseph's room but he wasn't there.
I checked the washroom, my room, and the kitchen.
I was about to check outside, when I saw my parent's room door open. I went in and screamed.
My poor eight year old brother, had shot himself in the head with my dad's gun, thinking it was a toy.