My Grandfather that swam the last 30' to France on June 6th, 1944, took me to shoot the same .22 single-shot rifle, my mother and uncle, both learned to shoot with. It was the late 70s. I was hooked however I could barely pull back the firing pin each time I loaded a single .22 short with my 6yr old fingers. Eventually my father got an air rifle and we would shoot together on the side of the house. But it was my visits to my Grandfather where I got to shoot the "real gun". Being a kid of the depression he tought me to earn my money by working, that he then took me down to the gun store to "buy my rounds". I would crush cans and when older mow lawns for my ammo cash. Grandfather would then take me in his big Ford LTD outside of town to the open valley area everyone would shoot at, that now you would be arrested if you had a gun in your hand there.
Those are some of the best childhood memories I have spending time with my grandfather shooting.

. I just smile when I think about it. If he could have only met his 3 great-grandsons, man he would have had a blast with them over the years.
Note: After my grandfather's passing my grandmother gave that .22 rifle we all learned to shoot with to my sister. She ask for it as more of a value thing, vrs the sentimental value it had for me from all those years. Sad she left it poorly stored when they were stationed in the Army in Louisiana and the humidity about destroyed it. So when my oldest son turned 5, I bought him a similar but new version .22. All three of my boys started with it and now all claim it's one of their favorites in the safe. I think it was $69 new at Bi-Mart in 2005. However, oldest son makes sure bros know its his from his 5th birthday, and HIS.