 That was about the closest thing to a firearm I ever had. And it was through, actually, Boy Scouts that I learned to shoot. I was, I think, about 12 years old, and I was down at Camp Horseshoe in Rising Sun, Maryland, and I took Rifle Merit Badge. And I remember they had Marlin 22s, and after shooting one of those, I had this just stupid smile that never left my face.