A Remington 514 for my twelfth birthday......which was a little odd because I'd been shooting revolvers with my Dad on the local police range for almost two years already (he was a cop).
I also remember how disappointed I was. A single shot? You've gotta be kidding Dad! Time proved how wise he was....I got pretty good with that little rifle, making every shot count. That gun was cleaned, oiled and babied for quite a few years and still looked brand spankin' new. It was gifted to my daughter years ago and I haven't seen her or the gun since (a whole other story).
Just recently my FFL brother in law presented me with a 514 as a thank you for helping him work on his house. I was somewhat amazed at how much they shrunk over the years.......until I realized I was a little bit bigger now. Ya know what? They still shoot great!