First real gun was a marlin 881 bolt action .22 that I fell in love with at the local hardware store when i was around 12. It was given to me as a Christmas present 20 years ago, and I still have it. I already was quite familiar with guns at that point, and lived in a rural area where I could shoot whenever I had the desire (something I miss in the urban environment I'm now in). I shot almost daily with that rifle, and can still shoot it like its an extension of my body. Its claimed hundreds of bunnies and probably thousands of praire dogs at this point. As of now, I still own it but don't shoot it as frequently as my nephew (10 or 11) does, as he lives on the ranch I grew up on, and has had similiar upbringing. I'm currently having a moral delimia concerning the gun.... Either I can wait a few years, and see if his dad buys him his own rifle, or I can pass along mine. I'm seriously torn, as I love the gun, and the place it holds in my heart. On the other hand, I know how special a "first" gun is, and would love to be the one to bestow that honor on my nephew. I recently gifted a Marlin Model 60 I inherited from my grandfather to my wife. It felt good giving something from someone so special To somone so special. Since he already has my permission to use the rifle, I thin k I'll retain my offical ownership of it for now. Even though I multiple .22 rifles, I just can't let go of the first firearm I ever fell in love with. To this day, I can STILL remember repeatedly dragging my Dad to the Coast to Coast store, to buy me some ammo, and to get the shopkeepers to unlock the gun case so I could fondle the various rifles til I found the one that was "just right". Thanks Dad.....not just for the gun, but for being the best Dad you could possibly be. I think the world would be a better place if every son had a father like you in the picture.