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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ulrick" data-source="post: 5635160" data-attributes="member: 775">I started when I was ten years old. But my older brother and his friends had been playing at least 4 years before that. I'd watch them play sometimes but they wouldn't let me join in. Once, I clipped some He-Man pictures from a coloring book on my brother's Dungeon Master's Screen just prior to one of his sessions. I thought they'd look neat. But he took down most of them. Sometimes I'd sneak a peak at his books. They were truly forbidden tomes. I remember that I could read some of it. But Gygax's diction was far beyond my 6-7 year old brain. The pictures were both puzzling and mysterious.  Once, at a restaurant, I imitated the creature on the back of the Dieties and Demigods book,by letting spaghetti hang from my mouth. My mother didn't like that. I do remember flipping through the Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh and seeing the floor plans of the Haunted House and the Sea Ghost and being somewhat scared.I remember watching the cartoon on Saturday mornings and wanting to play. But my brother kept saying: "Maybe when you're older." Finally, when I turned 10, my brother came home from college one day and ran me through a brief solo adventure. My first character was Havok the Dwarf. We only played 2-3 times, one-on-one sessions, before my brother just got too busy to come home very much. But I was hooked. Still am.</blockquote>