My first real gun was a H&R single shot .410 that my Dad bought for me when I was around 5 or 6 years old. I killed many a squirrel and rabbit with that little gun throughout my childhood.
When I was in high school, this punk my sister was dating broke in and stold all of my guns, including a Winchester 30/30 that my grandpa had given me. Those guns were never recovered, but a few years later that boy was shot and killed while trying to rob a convenience store.
That sucks! I lost my H&R 410 and .22 in a house fire when I was in the 5th grade. I was devastated! Having them stolen and never recovered just seems worse to me for some reason.
