Sadditty Nite Special
1959
8th Grade, and I had this tiny nickel-plated, engraved, single action .22 revolver. I don't remember who made it, but it had a spur trigger and grips like an old Derringer. After school we'd go down into the cellar where we'd stacked boxes stuffed with old Guns & Ammo mags. That was our indoor range on cold or rainy days.
That little gun would fire ".22 Longs" all day. Every so often the cylinder wouldn't quite line up with the barrel, so you'd get lead spalling on your hand, and damn, but that'd sting, but we were too stupid to wear gloves or eye protection.
Contrary to our mothers' predictions, nobody "lost an eye."
IIRC I traded that little beastie to another kid for his old man's CZ P-27 in .32ACP.
I was moving up in the world!