My first DM was a woman.
Darlene. Darlene, if you're out there, I had the HUGEST crush on you.
My buddy and I had discovered D&D (this is 1979, I guess) and we're looking around for people to play with and in the newspaper there's an ad for Dungeons and Dragons players. So call up and talk to this girl on the phone and agree to show up at her place the following Saturday.
Now, I'm ELEVEN years old at this point, as is my friend. So we show up and it's all grown-ups. In their twenties and thirties, I guess, though you know how it is when you're eleven -- grown-ups all look the same.
The game is run by the woman of the house, Darlene, who remains indelibly stamped on my mind in her tight leather pants and husky voice and cheerful slaughter of PCs. She made awesome hand-outs, designed wickedly evil dungeons and we had a huge blast. I was so in love.
I'd love to meet anyone from that gaming group, just to know what they though about this pair of eleven-year-olds who joined their campaign. I know at my age I'd be inclined to be not super-tolerant, but they were great. I felt like a complete member of the group.
Seems funny looking back at it, but at the time it never occurred to us that it was at all strange. It was just so cool to know other D&D players.
Darlene had a huge influence on my DMing. So props, Dar. Wherever you are.