I was about 8 years old, living on a farm. I went to the store paid 25 cents for three 16 gage shotgun shell (buck shot), and an old single shot 16 gage that belonged to my grandfather. Now back then I'd set around for hours listening to stories of deer hunting. How deer would get you with their antlers or feet if you wern't careful.
So early one morning I was put on a stand, while my uncle started out to make the drive. I was there about 20 minutes when I heard something running toward me, when got in sight I just knew it was comming after me. I fired, it went down and got back up, The extractor was screwed up and you had to pry the hull out with a knife. The sucker kept coming and I knew I was dead, I shot again and he went down again, only to get up again. I shot the third time and killed him. Don't know what I would have done if I needed a third shot. I only had three.
Anyway I ended up with that shotgun, I think it was only supposed to be used with Black powder, but who knew that then, certainly not an 8 year old kid.