Ah... Memories of guns:
Little ol' Remington 597 .22 that I bought when I was 12. My first gun I actually bought with my own money.
My dad's old bolt action single shot .22.
My little Rossi .223 that I bought for hunting varmints while spotlighting. Academy threw in a single case, sling, extra double case and it came with a Tasco 3x9x32 scope on it already. Bought the gun with a cousin of mine, decided I didn't like it. Sold the gun to a friend and then my counsin got killed in a car wrecked. Paid more than my buddy did to buy it back just so I would have the memories of buying that gun with my cousin.
Then there's my pride and joy. Tikka .270 with a Burris 4-16x50 scope on it. It was my cousin's favorite gun. (The same one killed in the car accident.) I told my uncle that I wanted the .223 back after I found out my cousin had the accident. He shook his head and walked into the other room for a minute then I heard him call my name. I walked into the room and on his bed he had a double gun case laid open. It turned out to be the case that I got when I bought my .223 (They threw it in for free and I didn't need it so I gave it to my cousin at the time.). In that case was the Tikka my cousin always used. My uncle told me that I wouldn't need the .223 back because I had HIS gun. The one he ALWAYS hunted with. I told him I would put it up and take good care of it. My uncle then explained to me that I had to actually USE it if I wanted the gun. So I've taken a few varmints and a decent 8 pointer with it now. I never will forget all the fun I had hunting with my cousin. We didn't get to go together a whole lot, but when we did we had fun. I always respected him and wanted to be just like him when I got older. He was about twice my age or so. Ah.. the memories...