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$20 Lee Enfield when I turned 12 years of age.
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Since you said "rifle", I cannot count the Daisy Cub I got when I was five (smoothbore).
So: Here it is:
Winchester Model 67A Single Shot Bolt Action Boy's Rifle (given to me by my father, when I was six.) Still one of the most accurate rifles I've ever shot. For the first few years, the only shells I was allowed were .22 Short Hollowpoints (I fed the family regularly with Nevada Cottontails). Back then, Shorts were actually cheaper than Long Rifle ammo (35c vs 50c). I think Dad also figured if I screwed up and shot him, he'd probably survive at least long enough to hurt me more than I hurt him.
Dad liked the feature that you actually have to cock the striker AFTER you close the bolt: At the age of six, my hands were not strong enough to grip it hard enough to accomplish this (strong firing pin spring). Dad had to cock it for me (a great safety feature). I practiced and practiced trying to pull that striker back until my hand shook. Finally (I think when I was almost seven), I developed a technique and the strength to cock it myself. This gun is solely responsible for teaching me:
1) Take your time, squeeze the trigger.
2) Make the first shot count.
3) Place the bullet perfectly: a wounded animal will make you cry (and you don't want Dad to see you cry).
Ruger, 10-22. I got it from Bi-Mart in Corvallis while in college. Took a friend with me who was from New Jersery. He was astounded by the fact we could by guns and groceries at the same time. We told him welcome to the free(er) world.