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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Radaceus" data-source="post: 6779539" data-attributes="member: 6796086">first of all, great read, brought back a heap of memories, good stuff!  ( cord trailing behind her like a lost puppy!  nice one!)my story:------------It was 1979, just started 7th grade, and one of our requisite classes was Reading. Some of us were so advanced in Reading that we finished the 7th graded book ( Accents?) in 6th grade, our teacher put us to the back of class and asked us to write during class. This was great for me, I was just beginning to realize my ability to woo the female species with rhymes, lines of prose which I deemed the greatest literary additions to poetry at the time, but now keep hidden away in a three locked box.After a couple of weeks of this, one of the kids, David, came to class with a boxed game, and approached the teacher. The teacher and he spoke to one another, out of earshot of us, David pointing at the back corner of the room where there was a table with a few books on it. Teacher lopedn the box , pulled out some booklets and flipped through them, looked at David, at us, at the corner,  and grimaced. He pointed to David's desk and said what  must have been for him to take a seat."did he say yes" whispered one of the others obviously in the know. I was not really part of this group, so out of the loop, I tried to make out the writing on the box but David and I were not to close and he had already stuff it into the space under the desktop."he said he has to think about it, but not today'Two days later I came to class, there was a partition in the back of the class, and one of my elite reader friends ( yes we were special) was sitting in view of the classroom door, motioning over with excitement."Cool! we have someone to play the Dwarf! we already have a Thief, Magic-user, Fighter and Elf! " he said quietly, excitedly. I crossed to the back corner and peeked into what would soon become our secret haven, our nerd fortress, our sanctuary from eternal boredom.David had that red box out again, it had an image of a red dragon sitting on a treasure pile in the background, and a man with a sword next to a wizard in the foreground. It read "Dungeons & Dragons" in great big red block letters. " You can also play a Halfling if you wish, " David muttered not looking up from one of the booklets I had seen the teacher pull out, "Dungeon Module B2, Keep on the Borderlands" in gold block letters on magenta.Done peeking, my curiosity piqued, I glanced back toward the front of class to see my teacher nod and smile as he put his finger to his lips and used his other hand to gesture that I was to keep the volume down, and eagerly took my vacant seat at the 'square' table.Diced were presented, rules were explained, I chose the dwarf, and joined the party. We played for the rest of the school year, eventually allowed to play in the back corner of the library during reading class. We Defeated the Caves of Chaos, and some of us purchased hardcover books to advance our characters further. We started playing after school, on the weekends, in between riding our BMX bikes, building treeforts, fishing, and other endeavors. The year passed and I had put all of my allowance toward purchasing hardcovers, and some other modules, as well as the The World of Greyhawk folio edition, from which I began ordering and collecting miniatures from the little booklet that came in the Greyhawk box, from a company called Ral Partha.I kept playing and never stopped.</blockquote>

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