I'll never forget my first revolver.
I had just turned 13, and Father presented me with a new Korth.
While Father had to leave for a while (I believe he was exploring the Amazon), my personal valet taught me how to shoot a hand gun on our backyard shooting range, which was nestled in between the tennis courts and swimming pool.
Jeeves and I had such a good time, but it was not without incident - on one occasion, I accidently shot a hole in the side of one of my Father's favorite Ferraris! My, he was quite piqued over that!
I've owned many Korths, Manurhins and other wonderful hand guns over the years, but I will never forget my first gun!