A few memories stand out. Shooting a Crosman 1300 with mates in waste ground, It was powerful enough to break the thick glass of a jam jar. In those days, pumping to 15 pumps was a breeze and being caught by the authorities held little fear. Another memory, shooting sparrows off the roof (they were considered vermin in those days, before the 'blight' or whatever it was that wiped them out - slug pellets?) with a small Milbro Diana (like a Diana 16). It had a smoothbore brass barrel but was pinpoint accurate at short ranges. Lastly, accidentally shooting my best mate in the thigh with a Harrington Gat aged about 11. Fortunately he was wearing jeans. The pellet hit a seam and the only damage was a small welt. Our weopons handling was atrocious back then.

Happy days.