Well, I was in the US Navy, on a decommissioning crew for my ship which was horribly boring. I went out to a store and found that little white box with three tan books - it was 1977 and I was 22 years old.
It wasn't until I got out of the Navy and found a group to game with in 79 that i was able to finally play. One of the guys had published a fanzine, another wrote an article for it and included his phone number (!) in case anyone was interested in trying the game. I happened to get a copy of the mag in a small scifi bookstore and called.
The game used the PrinceCon rules; the DM was Robert West of the "Robert West Curse System" from those rules. they told me "You have to roll up a dwarf because that is what we have
pencilled into the marching order." It still tickles me about that.
So I rolled a 19 strength and a 3 charisma.

the rest of the stats didn't matter, I had a character worth playing. Got a +2 mace the first adventure, since no one else wanted it so it was really sweet.
That dwarf got turned to stone because I insisted that he was looking into the mirror shield to make certain it was aimed at the basilisk correctly.... it was.

Two other party members got turned into giant cockroaches (cursed scroll - see RW Curse system...) that same adventure and I was carried back on top of the loot on their backs. back to the Duke of Avranches who wanted us to "..be discrete."
I'm still friends with some of those guys and we had many years of fun gaming. Later, with a different group I met my wife and a future employer at the same game. this was the mid-80s and I had a perm growing out so it was big curls down past my shoulders, cutoffs, a muscle shirt with no muscles and knee-high moccasins with fringe. She thought I was the oddest guy she had ever seen. i got to sit next to her on the couch, with this group I had never met before ... and shortly after I introduced my character I fell asleep! Snoring away, they played on and on since they figured I must be really tired. they only woke me when my character had to get into a fight. they didn't want to get him killed.
We had another few fun years there and like I said I got a job with the one fellow later. That was with the online game company and I ended up getting to go to a few GenCons, Origins and ComDex in Vegas on the company tab! Life was sweet... then I got laid off but I'm back there again with a different rpg.
Now, I'm gaming with my wife and daughter with a great group, including one other guy's son. Very cool getting to see the game through fresh eyes - when my daughter started to play the DM described a carrion crawler and her character said, "EWW!" and ran! it was just inspiring to see someone play so sensibly.
She still thinks we older players are nuts with how often we risk certain death; she knows it is best to wait a moment, since we will attract all the bad attention and then she can come in and help out whoever needs it the most.
good stuff, good memories.
[edited for spelling and grammar]