I remember those days. As a kid, I saved all summer to order the "real firing Colt Peacemaker" from the back of my comic book. I was seven. My mom rolled her eyes and told me it wasn't going to be what I thought, but took my collection of coins, and wrote the check for me. She even provided a stamp.
I ran to check the mailbox every day, the excitement killing me. The ad said allow four weeks for delivery but I checked that box every day after I mailed the order. I started checking the Very Next Day. You can't tell a seven year old: "It's too soon..." It doesn't register.
The big day arrived, the company logo was on that box, but wait...
![Rolling Eyes :roll:](./images/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif)
the box was awful light for a Real Colt Peacemaker.
![Surprised :o](./images/smilies/icon_e_surprised.gif)
I ran up the drive to the house, and cut through the tape, there it was...
![Evil or Very Mad :evil:](./images/smilies/icon_evil.gif)
...MY Colt Peacemaker had arrived. My heart sunk.
My first lesson in reality. My Colt Peacemaker was plastic. The advertised metal barrel was a thin tube inside the plastic, and it really shot alright.. BBs. But they flew about six feet, propelled by the included roll of caps. A rippoff. My mom somehow managed not to laugh... In my view.