BB gun at 4. Was so little I had to tuck the stock under my armpit (else I couldn't reach the trigger) and I
still outshot my much older cousin.
Dad bought me one a week or two later.
Got a .22 rifle at 7, CO2 pistol at about 9 or 10 (shot it
a lot in the backyard . . . in Chicago.
), a .22 revolver as an early 8th grade graduation gift, which was followed very shortly afterwards by a Colt National Match .45 . . . that's about the time I started reloading and shooting a lot.
Today's bedwetting liberals would have a fit at the "ARSENAL" I kept in my room during my youth . . . and yet, strangely enough, access to firearms never made me go on some crazy killing spree, even when things weren't going my way.