many kids now cannot even remember what all they got if you ask them
I got my first .22 at age 11 and it made not just my Christmas but my life! Soon after that i was expected to provide the family with Grouse (Prairie Chickens), Rabbits, etc. Also to do varmint control, Gophers, Pigeons, Badgers, Hawks that were after Chickens and even Coyotes although i was not very successful at that as Wile E was near impossible to sneak up on!
I got "paid" in bullets and was also always on a budget regarding ammo as i had to account for the ones given to me and .22 shells were the most important thing in my life.
A trip to town meant i may be able to get together 27 cents for my own box of long rifle, or 22 cents for longs, if not then 18 cents for shorts which i hated! The girls would always buy candy on a rare trip to town, perhaps once in two-three weeks, not me, i could always sneak some of their candy and they were not interested in my .22 shells
My Uncle could get a ton of extra work out of me by just hinting that i might get extra ammo! Tricky old booger, but i loved him!
The next year i was taught to sneak within say 40-50 ft of a Deer and shoot it in the eye or behind the ear, meaning a clean kill or clean miss. Then we would have a good feed of Liver plus more and better meat than a few Grouse or Rabbits, as well as a nice change. The day i took my first Deer i was so excited and proud i could hardly stand it! I remember it being about 25 ft away and me nearly too scared to squeeze the trigger for fear i would miss, but for a kid who commonly head shot Gophers at 75 ft or more it was no problem really.
I tend to feel truly sorry for kids that never experience the wonderful way of growing up that we did.