Several of my friends had the model 155 when we were little. That was Daisy's 'Trojan'. My model 25 belonged to a guy down the road, who is 6-7 years older than I am. His father was going to throw it out, many years after his son had grown and moved out. He gave it to me, and it was missing the shot tube, which we happened across, in their old wood shed many years later, Nice to reunite the parts.
My recollection was the 155, and the Red Ryder, had very little oomph, so the streetlamps in your town must have been the old, clear glass light bulbs.
The only light a 118 can shoot out is a candle, no more than 6" away; barely a puff.
My dad wouldn't let me have a BB gun, but gave me my first .22 when I was BB gun age. I was only allowed to use it with his supervision, but he believed kids thought of BB guns as a toy, and were too careless with them. This may have been true, and was probably a reflection of parents also thinking that, and not properly training their kids to respect the gun.
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