I had a Red Ryder bb gun, yep got it for Christmas too. Sometime before I was 10 I had shot a .22 rifle, not long after that my Dad took me and his hound in the woods and his dog treed a squirrel and Dad turned it and I missed it with a Stevens single shot 20ga. Couple years later I was allowed to take the .22 from outta the corner in the living room and wander around the woods with it. We pretty much lived in the woods the house was actually in the forest. It was not surprising to see deer turkeys coyotes or whatever from the backdoor. Being around 12 I wandered up into the hills a little farther each time with that .22. Must been hearing the call of the wild and I been wandering around ever since.