Nope.
It was a Remington Viper .22 from Wal-Mart when I turned 18 back in the spring of '92.
I was too impatient to save up the extra $35 for a Ruger 10/22. And I liked the Viper because it had an externaly visible magazine, I guess I felt that made it a "poor man's AR" or some such. LOL. I felt so guilty/weird/dirty buying a gun, I made up some lame story about how I was invited on a camping trip with my boss who wanted everyone to do some target shooting, as if I had to justify myself to the Wal-Mart clerk who could not have cared less.
I was such an idiot back then,
but I forgive myself. I had no shooters in my immediate family to guide me, and this was very, very, pre-Internet. No one I'm aware of prints a gun-rag or publishes a book that's aimed twoards helping out a new shooter with no gun owning family or friends. I had no idea how to find shooters who could give me advice, or even that I should be looking for them.
Considering all that, I guess I could have done a lot worse.
I guess the Viper was supposed to be the heir to the Nylon 66. Instead it was a complete POS. Rust magnet. The rear sights walked off under recoil no matter how much I tightened it. The action rode on the polymer reciever, and it always sounded and felt like fine sandpaper when it cycled.
I sold it for $50 at a gun show several years later, and put the money towards a used Benjamin/Sheridan pellet rifle which was a superior product in every way. I don't miss it at all. All it represented to me was my ignorance, and that I had no one in my immediate circle of family or friends with who I can share the interest that's one of the singlemost defining things of who I am.
I'll save the story about my first range trip with no ear protection for later.