Friday, October 25, 1974 1:15 PM EST.
A priest and a nun who taught there were wargamrers. They brought back this weird new game from a wargame convention. If we earned Friday Free Time in my 4th grade Catholic School class, we got to choose to join the game. My character, a Fighting Man named Random after the character in the Chronicles of Amber I was reading, lasted til the third room in the dungeon. Since then, no breaks at all, even when I had to have help eating. So from the time I was a week away from turning 9 years old until today. And until I die. Or later.
My wife has been playing for 22 years (as long as we've been together) and our sons have both played since they were eight as well. One is 18 now (He's on the boards here), the other is 14. My main campaign is still running, upgrading through various editions and changing worlds three times, but with continuous generational storylines and legacies, since 1978 or so. I meant to put it down for good this year and run Eberron, but I had some ideas...