My dad who was a fighter pilot for the National Guards, sold vulcan guns as his main paying gig; he didn't own a firearm, but purchased for me a Marlin .22 LR when I was 10 y/o and had passed a hunter's safety course. We would go to the town dump to shoot rats (as his father did for him). Doesn't sound very sentimental, but as he was killed in an aircraft accident a year later, it remains a cherished memory to me....
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