I was in forth grade when my Dad's old Air Force buddy, an Air Policeman as they called them back then, took me to the range to shoot his wife's little .22. We'd spent a week on safety basics first, then Dad's friend (Tech Sgt. Randall Keller) took me for the 'big moment'. The little pistol was a gold toned, ivory handled, .22 that resembled an S&W .38.
Sweet shooting little gun, a great guy and a great time for a kid.