Brings back memories but not in New York, in Virginia. My first "gun' was also a BB gun; a Daisy Eagle with plastic blond furniture. I bought it from a friend for $5 (a LOT of money for an 8 year old back then) or did I trade something with him? Not sure about that one. Anyway, the plastic part of the stock that entered the top rear of the receiver and was secured with a single screw was broken but the gun still worked and there was always tape at hand.
I spend many hours with that gun in the woods, expending perhaps thousands of copper coated BB's at all manner of things. The clear plastic BB packs were 5 cents and the tubular BB containers were a quarter at the local drug store (yes, that's where we bought our supply). Add a little 3-In-One oil and you were good to go for a day's worth of fun and saving the world from monsters and evil BG's.
Then one day the local police (I grew up in Falls Church) saw me in the "desert" (a rather large open graded "sandy field" that was being cleared for a duck pin bowling alley) with my BB gun and confiscated it. My older brother had to go the the police department to pick it up. My first run-in with the police and they take my gun. I was scared and heart broken... and a lot more careful after that. The woods became my shooting gallery once again.
Ah yes, the days of innocent youth, woods and fields, and BB's guns.