I thought that my first ever shotgun, an early m37 20 gauge would be with me long term until it wouldn’t fit in the gun safe any longer. I hung it on the wall down the basement where the depressed step-son could get it. It made a hell of a bad memory walking into his room one day after he had used that shotgun on himself. No way that I was keeping that one.

My other auto is a .45

The bitterness of poor quality is remembered long after the sweetness of low price has faded from memory