I'm fucking elated.
So the gun I learned to shoot on as a kid was an old Norinco copy of a Browning .22 takedown and it inexplicably quit working around a decade ago. About 2012 my grandfather, the man who raised me and taught me to shoot gave it to me. I’ve since been trying to make it work again. In a fit of desperation this morning, I pulled the receiver and mag tube out of the stock and very seriously damaged .22 fell out the end of the tube. I reassembled the gun and loaded it very hopefully. Lo and behold, it works again. I’m incredibly happy that the gun I learned to shoot on and made so many memories with as a kid will be around for me to teach my children on.
Also, I may have just spent 20 minutes shooting .22s at absolutely nothing out of sheer joy.