My Dad hated venison, and didn't shoot a gun unless a stray cat was around the house. So that didn't bold well for me getting a deer rifle.
I can remember getting my first bb gun, spinning rod, (I was more of a fisherman as a kid)
But I think the one thing I remember most about (8 or 9 years old) which probably sounds really stupid, was this big plastic t-rex with movable legs, jaw and arms. I was dinasour crazy as a kid, always digging in exposed sand cliffs, and generally thinking I was going to find some cool bones, and be an archiologist when I grew up. I guess at that age I was just imaginative, and loved the idea that these big bastards were once king of the hill.
Now I want a time machine so I can go back to the Cretaceous period and help them go extinct.