It was the summer of 1980, while on a Boy Scout camping trip, that i was introduced to D&D. There was a DM and at least a dozen of more boys at the picnic table. They were already in the middle of an adventure. They had me copy the character sheet of the kid next to me. If i remember correctly it was a 9th level Cleric. None of the stats or abbreviations made any sense to me. I was not even given the chance to look at a book.
I had just finished copying the sheet, and had not even chosen a name yet, when the group shoved my character towards a door and pushed me into a room. In that room was a Succubus, which the older DM went into great details describing how she shredded my "manhood" with the rows of razor fangs in in her . . . Well, use your imagination. It was quite an eye-opening introduction to D&D for a 10 year old boy in the age before the internet.
So, when I hear people describe how wholesome the Boy Scouts are, or what a good influence they can be for teaching values, I can't help but laugh. Anyways, though my Cleric had no name, lasted less than 15 minutes, and took not a single action in game, he certainly was memorable.
If my mother had known what immature asses those Boy Scouts had been she might not have encouraged me to play D&D and bought so many books for me. I know she saw it as a way to encourage me to read and practice math skills.
Long live D&D!