Stand Your Ground
That's because adults know.
When they were growing up they were either part of the smug, petulant know-it-all punk group or they were the object of their scorn for being too near the "mama's boy" stereotype.
I'm so old now, that I recall my generation's form of punk rebellion as laughably limp in retrospect.
The older boys who hung-out in front of Charlie Crook's Drug Store in Centerville when I was a kid wore tight jeans, a tee-shirt with cigarette pack rolled into one sleeve, and greased their hair with a defiant "DA" (Duck's Ass) in the back. James Dean wannabees. (Little did they know that he was a masochistic guy with same gender preferences.)
They would laugh and joke in their 16-year old menacing magnificence when I, as an eight-year-old,would walk into the store.
I always thought their laughter and their greased hair meant they wanted to beat me up ------------------just like George Zimmerman thought Trayvon Martin's hooded presence meant threat.
It was just my fear of being "little".
Guns don't kill people; people kill people George.