I was a dinosaur kid. You know, those kids what know every single dinosaur ever discovered, who discovered it, yada yada yada. I think I must have been about six or seven when I read Roy Chapman Andrew's book about his Mongolia expedition. That and "The Shy Stegosaurus of Cricket Creek" -- about two kids who find a living stegosaurus -- really sparked my imagination.
I'd still trade it all in for a one-way trip to the Cretaceous. Just to see a dinosaur walking around. Sigh.
Sorry, what was the question? Oh yes, got me into fantasy. So going from a love/obssession with dinosaurs to monster movies to fantasy seems like a pretty straightforward line to me.
Started with Tolkien. Ended with Tolkien, pretty much, though there's been a lot of floundering around in the interim. But I read LotR when I was ten-- that would be around 1978, I guess -- and somehow came across an article on D&D in a magazine somewhere and insisted my parents buy it for me.
Thank heavens for that "Suggested Reading" page at the back of the Player's Handbook. I went on to Zelasny, Leiber, Howard, Burroughs and many many others because of that.
Thanks for that, Gary.