I had the same set up. Later I used it for hunting. I took lots of game with it. Sadly it was eventually stolen.
I had plenty of them but I also had real guns, including handguns, literally from birth (my father was a gun dealer and one of my first photos is me sleeping in a crib with my two new pistols engraved with my initials laid out carefully). I am about to buy another air rifle as soon as I figure out the model and it is going to be a nice one. The new models are surprisingly powerful and accurate plus they avoid most firearms laws and they are cheap to shoot.
No, but my big brother did.
He actually mistakenly shot me with one at a family pool party just about three years ago. He was showing his then 8 year old son (my nephew), when it went off, and hit me right near my belly button (I was wearing a bikini).
I’ve never cursed so much in my life prior or before that incident. The pain was so much, I was just shouting and screaming about every swear word you could imagine. It really caused a scene, that’s for sure.
My dear 8-year old nephew did make me feel better. He was upset about the whole thing. “You hurt Aunt Laurie!” he told my panicked brother. Then, he came over and kissed the spot on my tummy where I got shot.
“This will help it feel better,” he said.
The moment was so cute, I lost it. I cried and hugged him for about 10 minutes straight.
I received a Daisy lever-action BB gun for Christmas one year, maybe 9-10 yrs old. When I was maybe 12 yrs old, I bought a Sheridan 5mm Blue Streak. Best pellet rifle ever! Way more powerful, and accurate, than my best friend’s Crossman 760. So many fond memories. I still have both. My sons grew up practicing with the Sheridan.
My brother and I got BB guns for Christmas. Within an hour my brother had his taken away for shooting our sisters. He got it back the next day and did the same thing, my mother smashed the gun against a tree. Mine only lasted a month or so. I found filling my mouth with BB’s and spitting then into the loading hole was a much faster way to load the gun. It began rusting from the spit covered BB’s and quit working.
BB gun at about 5 years old.
Pellet gun at about 10.
.22 rifle and 410 shotgun at about 13.
You lured it in, with a piece of bread?
From about 8 years old on I always had one of those weak ass Daisy BB guns. I became a pretty good judge of the windage and elevation needed to hit something with that thing. I had no neighborhood kids around so it was a good way for this rural boy to stay out of the house. Mom and Dad always kept me supplied with BBs and a new gun when the previous one quit.
Many years later, when my son was about 8, I pulled the “A Christmas Story” stunt and hid a present under the Christmas tree until all the presents had been opened and Christmas was over. Then I told my son, who had already handed out all the other gifts playing Santa, to go back and look under the green felt under the tree. And he pulled out a box with a new Daisy Red Rider, just like in the movie. That was a happy time.
I still have a .22 Benjamin pump air rifle that is seriously powerful, had it for about 30 years.
Yes, though I don’t remember the brand. I think I was in 5th-6th grade when I got it, as a gift from my dad. Shortly after I got it, I killed a pair of birds; when I saw their little bodies, I cried, and never shot at any living thing again.
When I was about seven, my big brother had a pump-it-up air rifle. I don’t think I even knew what type of ammunition it was designed to fire, but at one point after he ran out, he found that if he jammed the barrel into the dirt, he could plug the muzzle up and create a cool visual effect when he pulled the trigger.
Then he shot me point-blank in the eyes with the visual effect.
As I recall, my dad took the rifle into the garage and disabled it with the vise and a ball peen hammer (because he didn’t have a sledge).
An AirForce Texan? 
I had a Crossman(?) bb pistol. Spring loaded and it looked like a .45. It shot bbs, pellets and darts! Targets were mostly cans and the occasional squirrel. It wasn’t strong enough to kill them or even hurt them other than the sting, IIRC. I do recall shooting some kind of plastic figures or something in a little puddle at the end of my driveway. I enjoyed the little splashes the bbs made. What I hadn’t considered, until the police arrived to investigate the next day, was that across the street was the neighbors house, complete with windows. It seems my misses and “skipped” shots had found their way to one of the windows. The crime remains unsolved to this day.
Yes, a Daisy Model 25 when I was 12. This was the BB rifle to have in my neighborhood because you could easily cock it while holding it to your shoulder and it did not use gravity-feed. The other most common Daisy rifles had to be tilted down to feed the next BB, even though they held a lot more in total.
We also figured out that you could shoot wooden kitchen matches from it at brick and concrete walls and make them ignite. That was uber-cool!
No, but I did have a deactivated surplus WWII flame thrower nozzle.
I repeat: deactivated.
No -ish
My grandfather had a BB gun. After I almost killed mom giving birth to me I spent the first 6 weeks after leaving the hospital with my grandparents. The extra early bonding time created a different relationship and my parents accommodated that. I might live with my “other parents” close to half the summer.
I had quite a bit of access to a BB gun. It just wasn’t mine.
Yep
Got my BB gun when I was 6. Christmas or birthday, can’t remember. I promptly shot my cousin with it just to see if I could. My mother and my aunt were not amused.
No. I did have a friend who had a spud gun, though.