I started doing really well in school in about 3th grade. As a reward for perfect marks for 2 straight years, in 1976 I was gifted with a Sheridan Bluestreak 5mm pellet gun. Shortly after I demonstrated I could shoot it well, I was gifted with a scope for it. It was a badass rig, but I was no longer invited to the neighborhood BB gun wars. Just as well, in the kids arms race it was the equivalent of a .50 cal Barrett sniper rifle.
I never shot anyone with it, and I only ever killed one critter (a squirrel, just to see if I could. I felt bad about it, and I still do). I still own the gun sort of. It’s at mom’s house about 1500 miles away, but it still worked well enough when I was last out that way. I actually learned to shoot when I was…musta have been 4…on my dad’s Marlin .22. That sounds ludicrous but I will admit Dad helped me hold the rifle while I aimed and worked the trigger. I’m told I wasn’t that bad for a toddler.