Either a Bauer .25 or a .22 bolt action of some make or other. We had just moved into an unfinished tract house in Murphy, Oregon. I found the .25 in an old couch in front of the house and the .22 between two studs in a closet. I kept the bolt of the .22 with me for some time, so I got to keep that gun longer than the .25. I was five years old. -I also found a hard-rubber 1911 in a chest of drawers that was sitting right beside that old couch. Mother took that one away immediately. Two months later my sister was born. Three months later Dad and I were hitch-hiking to Los Angeles. All that I could keep was what could fit in my little red leather suitcase... .