When I was about 10 years old, I got a Ben Franklin Air rifle (pellet gun) for my birthday. It even had a scope though I don't remember if it came that way or not. (Probably not.)
This is well before we moved out into the country; this would be in the burbs now called the "City of Spokane Valley".
I shot this pellet gun as much as I had lead pellets to shot. Since it didn't require co-2, I never ran out of fuel... just pellets.
I made enemy robots out of scrap lumber, and covered them with tin armor. Then I'd shoot them full of lead, and go investigate how much damage the wood underneath took. Then I'd hammer them back into shape, and do it all over.
I took potshots at the neighbor's greenhouse (a good half mile away) because they had the audacity to light it up at night. (Not so wise.)
I shot at any number of targets, and had a great time with the dang thing. I have no idea how much I shot it, but I used it pretty heavily for at least a few years.
Later, my dog chewed up the stock really bad, and it wasn't much fun to shoot any longer. By then I'd discovered girls, Dungeons and Dragons, and bass guitar.
My interest in joining an elite paratrooper assassin squad had waned, and I just wanted to find ways to make my mullet bigger and taller.
- Daniel
