you'll shoot your eye out, kid.
My dad taught me about fire arms. His entire lesson was "Don't shoot any cows."
At 5, when I got to grandpa's house I would go to the closet, get the 22 and a box of shells and head out over the country side. When my dad passed I got his gun and my grandpa's gun. It's a single shot bolt action. You still have to pick the casing out with your fingernail after you shoot.
There was no way I could shoot my eye out, it was taller than I was.