I remember reading gun magazines when I could afford one. I lived on a farm just up the hill from my grandfather's farm in Pennsylvania. Dad was in the Marines and was stationed in Camp LeJeune as far as I can remember, he'd come visit when he could. Mom's brothers lived in the area and I spent a lot of time with my cousin.
One day I saw an ad for a slingshot that was made of aluminum, was round, and had a peep sight on it. It also came with a big bag of "disintegrating pellets " that would leave a white or grey mark it you hit a piece of steel or cinder block.
I almost couldn't live until I had one. I saved my money that I made working in the barn until I had enough to buy the thing, gave it to Mom and she ordered it for me.
It came, and had two extra bands as a bonus! I was lucky to hit the broad side of the barn from the inside, but woo hoo! I had to get a bigger hat! I used that thing for years until it cracked at a seam and was no longer functional. Nothing was ever harmed by it, but it sure wasn't because I didn't try. Cheap marbles were my projectile of choice.
When we moved to Nicholson a while later I got a new .22 for Christmas, my first real firearm.
Life was pretty good when I was a kid!